DRAGON

 

 

Don’t speak, dragon.

The surge of hot lung breath:

Hold in your mouth.

Stand still with

 

anticipation of fire

waiting to pounce

and singe all

who defy you.

 

Hold it in ribcage and

sternum cradle–

Your violent baby

Your festering opinion

 

Until it rises up and up

into reddened cheeks,

dark eyes

darting.

 

Until you find the victim

and let it all fly.

Then you fly

north to roost.