The monster flew itself,
making unsteady passes in empty air
preparatory to coming in, to land
on its back, or side
sending crumpled and flying
aluminum skin-deep limbs in pieces
as shrapnel souvenirs
to the loyal crowd milling
round half-sloshed, who suddenly
all expected as much
and were not let down, any near
so hard as the skidding and juddering
dragon's corpse, just thrashing its last,
being very put out in
smoke and foam: our hero's
glorious horse.
And here!
He emerges unscathed!
By great mistakes,
mighty knights are made,
and cowardly hordes
are put to rout.
No comments:
Post a Comment