Before our embracing arms
There is something missing:
The soft pawing of the Margay
Kneeding always as a kitten,
The spring of the Ocelot
Elastic in build and temperment,
The great bite of the Jaguar
Ferocious, lustful, final;
So I summon and pray to the storms
Offering my nostrum: burning petroleum
The fires and black smoke
Will bring a heat and a cleansing
As well as the growth of new gardens
Where we'll play jungle cats
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