Can't wake up with us, without a dragon light
On their cigarette. They've been stuck here
Eons. The migration dark has begun
As now the dragon smoke clears the morning
As reminder that veil is gauze
Transparent to those with eyes to look beyond.
My eyes gaze for unseen crows at the kitchen windows,
The sausages simmer as saucers shimmer
And the glimmer twins winnow
The chaff from my collective ass.
Even they chase what they say is the dragon,
The one at St. Margaret's feet, or at the tip
Of King Henry's sword, the ubiquitous guardian
Of the most well-guarded secrets
In every royal bleed for the elites
In every kingdom
And every goddess lineage
And all the dragon lines
That hold us to the earth, her heart.
