My back extends beyond my ribs
a great greedy mouth
consuming, billowing
arid air.
I should dream more.
My claws are not talons
My head is flat
I have no billowing consuming back.
I should dream more.
Beyond the Great Barrier is my label.
Beyond the Great Barrier is people.
Inside, a painted sky,
a picturesque desert,
no wind my tiny back can swallow.
I move. Children scream
and cheer. Their parents
smile.
No pitchforks, no knights, no fire.
I close my eyes and think,
I should dream more.
I yawn fire.
Fear blazes my underbelly
but my claws are talons,
my great back is just
the right size.
I should dream
dream
dream more