There Is a Tiger

There is a tiger who wears the road map of your face
like a crown jewel or the stones of a river bed.
Each line and crease feeds traveler after hungry traveler.
The stars of your birth explode in his belly.
His heart, like yours, burns purple irises into bloom.
He guards your third ancient name
and the land you have yet to claim.

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