Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal eye or hand
Can save you from the poaching band?
Where the hammer? Where the chain?
To stop the ones who steal your brain
What good human? What dread grasp?
Would these pestilent poachers clasp?
Did the stars throw down their spears
And water heaven with their tears
When you became the human’s prey?
If only it would end today!
Tiger! Tiger! Once burning bright
In the forests of the night
When you’re gone no more shall we
Look on thy fearful symmetry.
Copyright © 2011 by Nicholas Palmer