These Tigers inspire.

Title: These are Tigers


They pull you in, for good or bad.
They may not ought to, but they do.
They give you swagger never had
and add some pride, filling you.

But they are hyped up in their turn.
By poison laurels, lauded the GOAT,
from coachspeak, demanding, leading, stern,
and cocksure crowing from foolish throat.

Lathered hot you feast on the spectacle.
Thirsting for the tears of the day.
Proclaiming bawdry Tiger oracles.
Slipping beneath the Valley's sway.

These men that are not, they come to try.
Trumpets echo, banishing fears.
Their part is simply but to do and die,
while singing hallowed hymns with peers.

The clock runs down, your voice is gone.
The Light Brigade withdraws, blood spent.
Victoric shoulders rise with idols on.
The Valley of Death falls silent.


First draft.

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