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.
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