Our cities glitter in the distance though
all that glitters is not gold, I know.
If they were gold, those cities—
no matter how pretty—
would be mined
to and fro, back and forth we’d go as we
excavate the ruins of ourselves.
Mine and mine,
and yours and yours
would dig and dig
deep enough to build a
well intentioned
path to hell
One foot then the other
into the grave we go
Mistakes were made
as dragons taught us
that life itself
is a treasure,
but to a dragon a treasure
is made for taking
exploitation
made forsaken in homelands.
A dragon teaches us that
what’s mine is mine
and what’s yours is mine
so mine and mine and mine and mine
until gold turns to blood
and Earth turns to smoke—
and how are you not choking
on all of this?
Pollution industrial neglect
I can’t breathe enough to object
See how it all connects?
How short-sighted a dragon is?
‘Cause the paths that we built
will soon go both ways:
Hellish gate
Titans released
Dragons slumbering
True monsters await at the end of the path
and we are their final offering…
From up on high, despite
rising tides and the devastating truth of
Mother Nature’s might,
Dragons still choose human suffering
and to them
when the whole world’s on fire
it will be worth it
for the glittered recovery
&
when those fires of our desires
take us ever higher
reaching for their pinnacle—
the marketed “grind” lie—
the truth of what it means to be human
pigeonholed in the cynical
poison of our choosing
we must ask ourselves:
if here there be dragons and dragons have souls
how aren’t their souls the ones worth losing?
When they’re the ones refusing?
And we’re the ones bruising at the end of the day…
So, yes indeed
if here there be dragons isn’t it time that
we rise up and slay?
