David Kim

High Lion

I am a king, a ruler.
I walk with my head high.
I can capture any prey I wish.
I like to scavenge my food.
I hunt for enjoyment.

You are a wild beast.
You think you are the fiercest.
You can easily kill me, but I won’t let you.
You look at me like other prey.
You are on a high horse.

Inching by the second,
You seem beyond cautious.
I can hear the leaves crunching
With each footstep you take.
You won’t make it out.

I want him to see me. He
Will come, knowing his own strength.
Approaching by the second, he pounces.
Thinking it will be over in seconds,
I wonder what he is thinking now.

The Alchemist

“AT THE HIGHEST POINT IN TARIFA THERE IS AN OLD FORT, BUILT by the Moors. From atop its walls, one can catch a glimpse of Africa. Melchizedek, the king of Salem, sat on the wall of the fort that afternoon, and felt the levanter blowing in his face. The sheep fidgeted nearby, uneasy with their new owner and excited by so much change. All they wanted was food and water.

Melchizedek watched a small ship that was plowing its way out of the port. He would never again see the boy, just as he had never seen Abraham again after having charged him his one-tenth fee. That was his work.

The gods should not have desires, because the don’t have Personal Legends. But the king of Salem hoped desperately that the boy would be successful.

It’s too bad that he’s quickly going to forget my name, he thought. I should have repeated it for him. Then when he spoke about me he would say that I am Melchizedek, the King of Salem.

He looked to the skies, feeling a bit abashed, and said, “I know it’s the vanity of vanities, as you said, my Lord. But an old king sometimes has to take some pride in himself” (p. 33)

David Kim is a first-year student in the Questrom School of Business at Boston University. Despite the nature and atmosphere of the business school, he enjoys the liberal structure of poetry. He grew up in Orange County, California, only to leave home to the spiteful winters of Boston, Massachusetts.