by
Michael Dellert
when
i was six
and
the grass was long
in
the summertime
the
late month moon
circled
itself
in
navy blue night
flexed
its might
pulling
at the white oceans’
waves
and
i
small
i
in
the backseat
riding
northbound
on
the Jersey Turnpike
from
my father’s father’s
in
Jersey City
gazing
broadeyed
out
the back
my
brown eyes as full
as
the marshes
with
silver
i
thought
it
followed me
where’er
i went thought
the
great silver
eye
of the
skydragon
watched
over me thought
i
was special
she
watched me
in
my sleep
childsleep
under skydragoneye
watched
me
in
the pale dawn sky
defying
the Fiery God’s eye
on
my cold way to the bus stop
but
six
does
not long last
the
skydragoneye
a
sphere of cratered rock
and
dust
three
days away.
Men
have walked on skydragoneye
stuck
a pointed stick
cloaked
in redwhiteblue
through
the skydragoneye stole
the
moon from the child
stole
the child
from
the
skydragon
hid
him
from
her searching
gaze
hid
him in
REASON,
SCIENCE
unblinking
eye
of
intellect
fierygodseye
skydragon
sees
in
the dark
braves
the burning dawn
blinks
skydragon
cannot
see her child
in
the light
— med
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