Plague
It came
little hands
little eyes
little feet
the tiny dragon
in dreams
it grew wings
breathed fire
green scales
coming with the moon
my dream
more than the fog
carries the dead
wherever they go.
Biosphere
Inside
it rains
sweat off the brow
forming clouds
and rain again
butterflies cluster
in dust
elephants gather at
watering holes
the sun the sun
persistent deity
always the sun—
it rains
it always rains
heat rises
and falls as rain.
*Neil Ellman lives and write in New Jersey (USA), having published numerous poems in print and online journals, as well as in several chapbooks, throughout the world.