I like dragons

I really do.  Here's a less-than-endearing poem about a dragon.


The Dragon
Can you find the dragon on this page?
Its scales are haggard and sharp
like diamond sandpaper
its teeth long and putrid
vile stench escapes its maw
fire gushes from its throat
blue orange red
its tail thrashes, strong and crushing
it never stops
is unconscious of others
The dragon stretches forth its talons
scratches the earth, tears up swaths of land
smoke billows from its nostrils, choking the sky
Its voice bellows loudly, flouting in and behind
our backs
Its only interest in others is
self interest
The dragon catches its prey
devours without relent
but leaves the carcass intact as
a warning
The dragon loves gold
collecting through pillaging, knives and dice
it is slothful
the rise of the sun is only a token
to be ignored
night is its kingdom
and the street corners its den
The dragon's thirst is insatiable
for stones and wine and flesh
Its wings cover the sky
membranes that unfurl over nations
sweeping women off their feet and
whisking children away
The dragon lurks in caves and caverns
behind glowing screens and beneath fumbling fingers
The dragon snaps up what it can
stealing rings, eyes, limbs and dreams
The dragon's spines shine like silver
rammed out of the earth
waiting to be worshiped.