Bryan Thao Worra
New Myths Of A Northern Land - Poem by Bryan Thao Worra
"Dream, " I said,
"Aren't you tired of making new legends
That no one but I ever hears? "
"Bones, " she said,
"Aren't you ever tired of asking questions
That only I can answer? "
I went back to bed,
Waiting for the new king to arrive,
His talking mirror filled
With dire pronouncements of flame.
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