Fossils

Dragons everywhere.

Imagine an ancient farmer

sees a skull.

I’d trade my easy life 

for skull sight 

for bliss of faith

my soft self 

for dragon bones

afloat on bog fog. 

Soft self for bog fog, you say?!

So you think

but think

twice

you’d be long

dead now,

mother bird.

Like the dragon himself, I say?

Like the dragon herself, you say