Cat Caught Rat Or The Dragons Dead Poem by Andy Brookes

Reciprocity is missing, my puzzle unfinished; sharing is like giving part of you away.
we are Gothic acid etched statues, Notre Dames dames but still though we are crumbling stones we see through dimmed eyes the brighter stars in infamous infra red.

fear of what is not is the same as what is.
go on slay the dragon she said and I took her at her word but she said poor dragon what have you done?
she decided to make me pay. Ave Maria's and Pater Nostra's her blood geld.

Topsy Turvy she may be and as contrary as the wind but then you know that the world is never easy.
essay yourself into my shoes those Ruby slippers rub and pinch, blister the heel.

we are defined in no dictionary like the galumff or snark.
we just say Reciprocity is missing and move on.