Dragons (How It Has Always Been)


ruddy smoke
bleeds across
the river
from our
blasted homes,
drifts up
and leads us
into our

tonight when
their roaring wings
the stars
we will trust
our hills
to save us.

when we’re ready,
we’ll return.

if there are still dragons,
we may burn again.
we may slay them.

we will endure.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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