Dragon Hymns
by JD DeHart
Thumping, the sound
of tribal music in basket
rib cage, a heart thud skips.
A jungle of legend
grown up in the mind.
As natives dance they fail
to notice the ancient creature,
meandering bone-crushing
behemoth man, mumbling
dragon hymns,
unusually stealthy among them.
Casting shadows remembered
well past sleep and dreams,
sudden too late waking.
© 2016 JD DeHart
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