Bequest

Dragonlow resStanding here, an act of war, occupying territory,
I lay claim to long-forgotten promises, add my weight
to the press of trees and rocks: primeval forests fallen

and crushed with bones and blood. I stand
on the words of my ancestors: buried blessings
hardened by the weight of years, waiting

for a distant generation  to sink a shaft, raid
and excavate the glittering hoarde from under
the snoring dragon’s nose.

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