Lizard

This reptile lazarus on the ground Gawking at flies Soft with hidden hyoid bone, skin bound Bright dewlap cries Like all of us who do not yet crawl sand Sucking sun's heat With lolling head swims to where I stand Full of deceit For this thing was the dragon of old Its lurid eyes The last vestige of an frigid flame Where the wind sighs And bow the brambled branches in shame. I could almost Pity the scaly thing, feigning its False comatose But frenzied flies lose to it in wits.