The Tiger’s Tooth

The villager took the tiger's tooth
Which he slew in mortal combat.
Wore around his neck, he showed
That he had taken his tribe's life
Into his own hands, and slew
The tiger. With spear and stone knife
The tiger eyed him raw, upon the weeds
And came out, with claws wide
And fierce, so they flew down, 
As the tiger's rage leapt for the neck.
The villager shafted his spear
At the boney chest of the Tiger
And the cat juked back. Another slash
The tiger lunged forward, caught
The man on the cheek, ripping a gash
That fissured and gushed in three dimensional
Flesh. But he was quick, and took his blade
Made of flint, and dug it into the tiger's
Loins, cutting guts out with a quick strike.
Both were wounded upon the sand
With the vines and trees grown around.
The man took his spear, with blood rushing
Down his serrated face, hanging limp in bloody flesh.
He struck the tiger in the neck, for it was wounded
Fatally and slew the beast. There the tiger lay
And he ripped out its canine tooth.

Later, the man looked upon the tiger's tooth
His face balmed with aloe and salt.
It took a few months to heal,
But he wore that tiger's tooth around his neck.

There came into his village a man
White as a ghost, and with a musket.
He looked at the fangs, and there were those eyes.
Lustful, he maligned all the women
And made bastard children.
He did not respect whether they had married or were virgins.
No, he took them, lustfully, and ate lots of food.
For his science, he was greater,
With musket... He was superior in every way.
His muscles bulged from food,
His brain swelled from nutrition,
His armor was light, but unable to be pierced.
He was more intelligent than the villager
More savage with his nobility.
More screwed with his lust which he satiated
On the beautiful women of his tribe;
Without respect to marriage, without respect to virginity.
He taught them his religion of science and materialism
And the women began to despise marriage
And divorce men. The villager had no science
But the man did, with his thundering musket
And his iron scales. And he taught them their ways
Of adultery, how pleasure was more important than love.

The villager played with his tiger tooth,
And finally went to arms against the newcomer,
Whom he saw his predatory canines
And reptilian affect.
The battle was swift.

Out came the white man's sabre,
Unlike anything he had seen before
And his flint knife and spear was broken
By the metal armor, and cut down upon his shoulder
He was wounded, so his face hung
His cheekbones shattered.
He was dead.