Little Dragon

Drink from the lake little dragon, with your stooped back
jagged and gawky like your brother’s,
your muscles disrupt the scales in your rushed teenage movements
I watch as they flex from each bottomless yawn

or from those large mouthfuls of salty lake water which
sprays itself coolingly across your face.
You lay writhing on the grass
in the broken sunlight-

through the broken trees                                         (which you single handed-ly brought down).
With scattered leaves and shredded oak
the age old giant tore like newspaper
falling violently where no tape can fix its wounds.

Ripped down its ancient trunk
grains of life splinter into splinters
its tired arms collapsing exhausted next to the creature below
thudding and rippling the water
flailing into the shallow pool.

The forest is left throbbing -its ancestry in tatters.
No more stories to be passed down
or whispered through the talk of the trees
on the dancing breeze- a melancholic song

our kamacosy dragon brought it to its knees
and lays upon its wreckage mischievously-
lazy little dragon
lapping at the water-
let it wash away your strep throat
let it cool the fire burning within your youthful limbs.


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