When I came to the Kruger
Some told me
That the lion was king
The lionesses, the dowager queens
When I entered the Kruger
A friend told me
He thought the Leopard
With his rosettes and canines
Reigned supreme
When I travelled to the East
A guide told me
That the Cheetah,
With his graceful bound
Was king of the speedometer
Down south
The trees whispered
That the rhinoceros
Wears his crown on his nose
But was a king nonetheless
In the thickets of fallen trees
And scattered dung
The size and power of the elephant
Tried to tell me that he
Rules the others
And the impala
With his harem of lovers
Once he has beaten off his brothers
Is a king
In his herd
A tower of giraffe
Or when they’re a journey
Are taller than the rest
The kudu and waterbuck
Docile and calm
To their subjects
Hyenas in their clang
Their Babies asleep
In the coveted culvert
Look to their king
To mark their territory
And us humans
In our armored metal conservatories
Feel like kings in our own right
As we check off, spot and capture
But the King of the kings
Is the one who created
Them all
He gives life
And taketh away
He appoints leaders
And deposes them
And
He gives crowns
To all His creations
For each of them
The world is his gift
And for each of them
He is Their G-d as much as the rest
And I thank Him
For allowing me
To wear my crown
And not feel
Like an imposter
And I thanks Him
For allowing me
To see His other kings
In a conference
Of infinity