Built On Dragon's Bones
To forge the finest blades of hardened steel
requires ancient dragon's flesh and bone.
Burning coal, magic lizard's ashe in stone
warms he smelter; dead dragon's fat for fuel.
The Karmic wheel, so sharp the whetted edge,
it cuts us twice; we remain unknowing.
From death to death, dragon's fossile glowing --
burns the sky, and of blood demands its pledge:
"Sharp blades are not sufficient means to kill.
The many lively corpses must be still.
Kill them. We have an empire to maintain."
Now mammon grows sharp teeth, razor edged and honed
sharp blades made of language, for crushing human bone.
