June 19, 2008

Death in Park City

My Dagon has fallen,
fissured face pressed to the ground,
the remains of a religion in ruins
at my feet.
On the curve of the mountain, in
the space between two aspens,
I bury him.

Something better has come.

1 comment:

Rowan Moses said...

But the thought of him keeps haunting
The endless desire to learn is deadly
Oh how I recall the days when
I rode on his mighty glory
Something greater had him slain
Greatness that knows no boundaries
Who else could have slain the mightiest of dragons?
Dragons last forever, forever lasts but for a season
Fear grips the heart of this traveler
For he/she might turn into a vagabond