THE GREEN DRAGON
When the cavortings of the green dragon die down,
When the arabesques of its dervish dance unwind
To an even line
They will go home who waited in the rain
Unseeing, till the circus comes again.
Who has not heard that the green dragon is abroad
Or that it is a myth or a potent of the epidemic
Which since the old king died has daily been expected?
But the management presents
In flier and poster altogether cosier images
So the nursery rhymes, badges, stickers may sell well,
The audiences will not fear to view the dragon;
No formulation of the orthodox religion
Will trap it in a cage or fall before it
As the wind rises in the hidden woods –
Which for the management is all to the good;
But who last claimed to see it lies.
But the dragon has been seen in clouds at midnight,
Its tracery discerned in a huddle of bushes,
And though it was called to stand,
A shimmering scale melted in a child’s hand;
And though there was no sound,
The darkening storm was woven round with light.