"He is not safe. But He is good."I get up & head out back, grabbing a big stick on the way. Then, there in the dark of a predawn sky, I poke at that slumbering lion, my sleeping God-hunger. I poke at it till it wakes angry & hungry. And there, nose to nose, me on my knees & him on his feet, there I ask him to, I dare him to consume me like fresh meat after a long fast.