The dragon postures in the kitchen
its scales flake and shed
bent old woman gathers them together
making dragon bread.
We all made the dragon
told him where to lay his head
with our passions and temptations
kept him very well fed.
But dragons can be slain
by the sword, imprisoned--chained.
I confess I know nothing of dragons
only the carnage left behind
and the sweet, butter, honey flavor
of a dragon's blood in mine.
But back to genius in the gravy
sop it up with the bread
two eggs over easy
served on the eyes of the old woman's head.
The ferryman will refuse
though it's protein encased
and she'll be stuck on the shore alone
out of the human race.