Wittgenstein’s lion (6)

says, parenthetically

further, at the troughs are half a tribe of ankles and

chins, lanky irregular hips

who've easily passed by without bites and scratches

I won't blacken the women

It's not their time yet; & it is slow going for a 1% heart

Telling the greater from the less

like lips from the threatening groin, ear from grass

is sufficient for now

I cop & kill with credentials!