The silver-wrought claw
digs the deep, winding sett;
she’s a darkling,
Mage-Voyager:
pincer-nosed,
dragon-breathed.
Birthed in the suck,
eggs her meat, scute-skin spines,
her children are pythons
bat-winged, elk-tooth tined:
See their veterbrae twist with snake ribs, with mus tails,
feel their dermal-boned feathers, feel the rips in their nails,
their eyes made of diamonds, of mouse skulls, of scales,
they are equus, vulpini, are beetles and whales—
and they scream as they sing, howl metal and stones
they gil-call under water, shark-teeth flinting jewel-tones
they yawp chains of silver, build roars into thrones
for the mothers who make them
the birds
and the bones.
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