tell me again about the dragons

and their embered breath 
, scales scar-scraping the 

sky. tell me of their kind
-ling songs, the twisted 

wrongs of talon, tongue. 
whisper me their battle

-blazed cry, the sacred 
why of tinder hearts. sigh

me the cindered center 
of their flame, that i might 

name them each in turn. 
loose me wild between their

tattered wings to soar the 
treetops, watch them burn. 

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written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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