The Dragon: The Back Poem by Darlan M Cunha

He came back, is standing, staggering, but standing
the great structure of dread, with its minutiae of fire
paws like stones, the tail that never plays your music
muted or staccato, no, that tail comes
another type of melody - whoever lives will see
the dragon awakened after a levity of humans, but
went out into the field again, injured in his panache, is coming back
to the village that he will burn with immense joy, and he even hears
the screams of pity, you can already smell the roasted meat
and from burning huts, the temple looking like a solar storm.
The Dragon is coming back, gnawing on a thick bamboo stem.