Serene in a stilled lair
folded in many layered scales
of sleep, revelry, stupor
hiding flames within.

Will the dragon wake…
struck with a large stick,
dropped onto its drowsy head boulders
heaved from high places and gold palaces?

Forgotten power hidden, long lying
silent, unruffled, unheard, forgetting
the power of fire to forge a world.

Portland, Oregon – December 20, 2016

I try not to get too political in my postings.  Read such politics as you will into this little piece.