23 April

Day 23 

Off  prompt, for St Georges day


Ex Draco

All those years, the cavernous 

ache,  the treasure indigestible

in its gut, have come to this

A thousand gold things, damsels, fire

have never made it happy

It ages in increments, like rock 

Here rides St George on his white horse,

there's a space on the dragon's breast

between its hexagonal scales

that fits the lance tip exactly

Here , trembling with  ending

bleeding from its throat

with flames and, strange, 

shrill  birdsong- did you know 

how dragons scream?

It only takes one usual knight

to make a spectacle of this great, green wonder,

to skin it for religion