Figments
“Red Dragon” by Milen Tod
the dragons come at midnight
when the guns are asleep
fire rains with the stench of dead angels
humanity thinned of its arrogance
stripped of its guardians
carbonized corpses retaining
no more than stilled shadows of life
fly ash scattered and blown
in the draft of grim leathery wings
man paying the ultimate price for
asserting dominion of nature
what irony unnatural creatures
meta-ethical figments of vengeance
deliver the strike that dethrones him
and yet they find need to come
night after night burning bodies in beds
human hubris so deeply inbred
that acute fears of dragons and death
never last past the morning
each day man climbs back on his throne
spouting same old same vacuous edicts
all lessons of darkness forgotten
From my books Onionskin and Legacies (vol. 2)
thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
By: Paul F. Lenzi on March 10, 2018
at 8:43 am
most welcome always!!
By: Ron DuBour on March 10, 2018
at 10:05 am