THIS IS NOT A DRUID POEM
It is a Druid clap,
a Druid romp,
a Druid riddle,
not a chomp at the legs of a Druid.
This is what makes everything make sense in this world—
the gray musk of cloud,
a cringe at the edge of blue,
cloud shelter,
the dragons of sky—
the green in this world exposing the green of this world.
THREE DEAD MEN STANDING
The lake at the side of the factory, a puddle
The puddle in the farm field a lake
The grass tundra sponge water logged and drowning:
Three dead men standing.
OXYGEN
Everyone has a shiny umbrella on their feet,
a collard green lining moving the day along,
a silkscreen sunlit sky,
a wash of stone scars and waves:
The breath of a passage.
Today’s LittleNip:
Fairy tales do not give a child his first idea of bogey. What fairy tales give the child is his first clear idea of the possible defeat of bogey. The baby has known the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale provides for him is a St. George to kill the dragon.
—G.K Chesterton, Tremendous Trifles (1909), XVII: “The Red Angel”
For “10 Types of Dragons You Didn’t Know About”, go to www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSI102cY3sE/.
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