Dragons teeth Walking on the high wall
of the harbour
well above the low tide
and deadly,jagged rock
that lie
like dragon teeth waiting for bite
and a bit
of warm flesh.
I am warm flesh,
daring myself,daring
for the warm breeze
to hurl me to oblivion
off the pathway ,worn
by a million feet
and my feet move on
to the highest point
where the barrier
of sea lashed iron,
solid still,
hold's me fast
from the huge water,bottle green,
transparent
to it's depths
and dragons teeth....
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