There are no dragon heads here.
Abandon abandoned her children here,
where the moon howls
and they returned to eat her, there was
nothing else to eat.
Hope dangles on her broken strings here.
Twelve-bar blues and lungs collapse here.
The singing is silenced here.
Malice dances in the heat shimmer,
the tide pulls back to safer depths,
Here is the banquet, here
the patina of listlessness, here
the bones and the gristle and here
the soggy heart.