fighting dragons naked
is risky
st george buffed & barefoot
in roman helmet & flowing cape
leans cruel
over his prey
one strange sartorial english patron saint
this roman soldier they say
fought diocletian's torture bravely
(beheaded in 303) and he
probably never set a foot on
flat-topped dragon hill, uffington
berkshire where the legend emerged
(circa 12th century)
nor even 'mother' england
(no grass grows where
dragon's blood is spilled)
whose bucephalus stallion
nevertheless
now straddles boehm's beast
in australia
baring his tender belly to what's below
the dragon crocodillus
pieced with adder head
& agonised
bites dumb on the 20ft spear
sunk into its shoulder
a cheated & hurt
animal confusion
like a cat
hit by a car
no goosebumps here
perhaps a heatwave and george
just tossed his jerkin off
ta-da!
then suddenly, a dragon,
a baby one surely?
...a dragon just smaller than him -
a patchwork beast dreamed
from dinosaur
bones left on a beach
claws clinging wound round a plinth
tail spilling over
appeared?
why didn't it just burn naked george?
fricassee his horse?
make him wish he hadn't worn a
metal
hat?