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Thursday, September 23, 2021

Two of “Nine Dragons” (Chen Rong), Sonnet #581












The dragons follow us around,

Sneaking in and out of the mist, 

Shrieking nonsense, a silent sound,

Lonely and hungry to be kissed.

They are two of nine ancient worms

(A magic number in godly terms):

Each is older than the other;

Each is no dragons’ brother;

Each has a near toothless maw;

Each has lost all but one claw.

Out of this frightless paucity,

They have this one audacity:

Yolky eyes loll in scaly lids,

Laughing at our egos and ids.




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