Three, two, one

these fearsome marvels · Three, two, one

I told him, You
may think me fly, may think me fleck of dust.
I am not dust, I am the tail of dragon—
nay, not dragon once but dragon twice
dragon red of people, elemental;
dragon white in office. Junior member
of the office, elected to the office,
selected rendering service, Hierophant
elected, rendering Sight. I am the tail
of dragon, I am the tail of double dragon.

And he slew me.

Sliced me, George, you sliced me. Christopher,
bearing bloody body to the other
side, anywhere to hide your pride.
Any slice to honor devil, any
cut but sacrifice, submit your pride,
let go your hubris, no. Not even for
the kingdom. Warrior once, an outlaw, rogue:
dragon killer, oath forsaker, Lucifer.

Cloven double, can't be neutral. Coupled,
linked, united not: free radical.
The balance, yet unbroken, wild and frightful,
the center falls apart, the falcon screech,
the beast is slouching up to manger. Feed me!

Feed me! So I cry, the ruddy dragon,
slouching to the southern pole, to pose my
slimy scales upon the Devil's throne.
Feed me! I am awoken, dragon. I am
the beast, born at last in Bethlehem.