Sky Mountain Dragons

Finding fresh flowers,

In the blood crumbled ground,

In black dreams and blue slumbers,

Clawed through grass green memory,

Through the sliced air,

The giant machines,

The black monsters flying through thunder.



Pain pulse,

Clawing at the face of time,

The hands of time,

The weight,

The stench,

The whispers in the tick tock tick tock nightmare.



And I breathe a breath,

A simple sigh,

A slow stream of silence
in the rumble current pounding
earthquake thrill
of iron and steel
and black smoke.



The whole world shrinks in a moment of terror.



Sky mountain dragons,

Slice through blue silk fabric,

Picture-perfect fluffy cloud,

Slice through sanctuary still suburbs,

Through comfort and warmth,

Through the lazy day lounge,

The closet quiet lives,

Pretending that dragons don't exist.