Dragons Poem by elysabeth faslund

Dragons cave-wrapped...
Skyborne leather. Scales rain,
Rain...look to the Sun!
Look to the fields, forest!

Dragons of morning...cave-wrapped.
Leather wings. Storm skies!
Scaled skies! Play fire with lightning,
While prints water-fill, vanish

Into Myth, Legend.

The Archeologist takes off
His cap. Scratches. Holds a
Flatish stone...fossil?
Found in Neanderthal strata.

Of course! A scoop for soup!
Ancient, mammoth soup!

Why the scorch-marks,
Archeologist?
Look to the caves for more
Than...

Men.