Crocodile

I know why you smile

With skin in your teeth

Bones of a hundred beasts

Inside your slimy guts

The sun beats down

As you pant and wait

For another living being

To make a mistake

Death becomes you

You’re a living tomb

Even eating your young

If it should so suit

Pulling apart everything that moves

No time to taste and chew

Be careful not to choke

On those antlers, horns, or hooves

The only time I see you cry

Is when you miss a meal