Support the Tigers

I flee from them.
My heart is hitting
the walls of my chest.
I am cool with sweat.
I have decided
I am frightened.
I look back
and see that

they are ailing.
What a world is this.
The monkey helps the tiger.
The fly nurses the spider.
Unnatural sympathies
bruise God's eye.
We avoid the teeth
while we balm the loins.