one sort of vision

[fledgist]

when we have slain the dragon it revives
not as itself but in our hearts as its dark blood
flows through the crevices of our dark lives

what we have learned is of the fire that drives
all living things before it destroying crud
when we have slain the dragon it revives

what in our minds of kindness that survives
is drowned out as the hot draconic flood
flows through the crevices of our dark lives

news of our victory as soon as it arrives
lands on the threshold with a weary thud
when we have slain the dragon it revives

long time we learned to fear the angry knives
which scorn our bodies left there as the mud
flows through the crevices of our dark lives

the beast that we thought dead in us now thrives
the branch that we thought withered now has buds
when we have slain the dragon it revives
flows through the crevices of our dark lives