by Meg Smith
I sing for you, all ancient lizards,
and your strong fire.
My heart presses to your heart.
I don't care about time, or eons,
or falling dust, or failed skin.
In time, nothing truly fails.
I only want the passage of your
sure claws, tails, proto dragon,
ferry of blood of all wise things, alive.
© 2022 Meg Smith
Meg Smith is a poet, writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poems have appeared in The Cafe Review, Pudding, Poetry Bay,The Horror Zine, Silver Blade, Raven Cage, The Blue Hour Anthology, and many more.
Her short fiction collection The Plague Confessor is available at her online store! megsmithwriter.com
Her most recent poetry books, Pretty
Green Thorns, Night's
Scarlet Dancing and Dear Deepest Ghost, are available on Amazon.
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