Dragons

There were dragons then and we never lost a battle
With makeshift shields and stick-sword
Young. Bright-eyed
Until our mothers called us home
We parted with smiles and stories to tell
Around the table, my heart still pounded
The sweat drying at my temples
Tomorrow the dragons would come again
Vanishing days and vanishing friends
Fractured by time, I close my eyes
I see dragons no more


2012 William Kenney