Not long after the famine had started
our island split:
Lost
Found

'cos I was no boy
I was not missed
hairy wild beast
- To - found-
Tag on my forehead
tiny tail growing
stumbling in hunger
of all the unspoken words

-Coward!-
The beetles were wild on my ears
No one likes to be chewed
-Have you tried to?-
I baked my breast with mud and honey
and still, it was to bitter to swallow.

Who are you?
(Arrows from the south)
Grab what you can and come to...

...chase the dragon.
That I did right.
Breathing fire at night,
no need to sink the teeth.

As I vanished, the skin was covered in scales,
All fangs, all tough,
glittery golden eyes no one would dare to look at.

I kept my cunt and the heart safe,
under my claws,
soaked,
bloody.

If we could find where we belong
there'd be no doubt where we are from.
Lost?
Found?
Where we cannot be, there have been others.

I left
filling the cliffs,
cotton-numb
between one place and "the other".
No shame.
Your maps sell the monsters all wrong, dude
We are no more if we don't have to.