“I am the tiger. I lie in wait for you among leaves Broad as ingots Of wet mineral. The white river grows Beneath the fog. You come. Naked you submerge. I wait. Then in a leap Of fire, blood, teeth, With a claw slash I tear away Your bosom, your hips. I drink your blood, I break Your limbs one by one. And I remain watching For years in the forest Over your bones, your ashes, Motionless, far From hatred and anger, Disarmed in your death, Crossed by lianas, Motionless in the rain, Relentless sentinel Of my murderous love.” — Pablo Neruda