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the fuas hoard

hanging on their beards like blue ghosts

A dragon’s gotta get zen

with ephemerality

You want to cut me up? Chickenscratch my leather

with butcher’s chalk:

cutlets, tenderloin, ribs for the company barbecue,

chuck, chops, brisket, roast

I dig it, I do

I want to eat everything, too

When I look at the world

I see a table

All those fancy houses, people with degrees, horses and whales,

bankers and Buddha statues

the Pope, astronauts, panda bears and yes, paladins