In the Land of the Lizard


In the Land of the Lizard
creatures prowled
eyes darting teeth snapping
stealth the watchword

I navigated sheer embankments
treacherous straits
roaring shoals

Lizards stretched on rocks
imbibing silky sun
jaws poised
teeth glistening
spinning clever words

I smiled
bowed to pass
respectfully patting combed forelock

Lizard snapped its jaws
swallowed me whole

Twisting kicking
struggling to be free
straining and draining
tearing Lizard breath and muscle
heart and lung

Lizard sighed
and died I became the Lizard
stalked the Land
snapping jaws grinning teeth

preening forelock
waiting slyly for others to come
seeking the more obliging ones.

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