Paean
When life is full in my throat,
I pray with an embryonic want.
I hear the needs
of the innocent and dragons,
they do not seem
so different to me.
The plaintive calls of the lost,
the tigers panting bruit
are not so different.
I am what the egg wants.
I want a pulsating engine
that crashes through the tangle
of this worlds face.
I want a hammer-bright orison
to challenge with a shell-breaking voice.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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