The Tiamat— and the Forest-boughs

I heard the wet hoofs of the Tiamat:
Saw lightening flashes from her eyes,
Illumed my way as I tried to escape,
(Amazed was I)) Hiding in the deep
Forest-boughs))—and narrowly did I!

But she retraced—one by one, my steps:
I could see her teeth, and towering head
A tempest of terror, with hungry despair—!

For within a few minutes I decried—as she
Blended in, indistinguishable—among the
Bulk of the forest…massive boughs.

I thought as I drew back (The sound of
My heart Loud with vibrations):
“I bid this old cursed world farewell!”

Then her demoniac fury brought
The holocaust upon me; Forthwith,
I knew now, not where I am…! Nor have I
Refuge with the eerie fiends.


7/27/2006 #1397 Written at El Parquetito Café, Lima, Peru


Note: in writing out the new short story of: “The Tiamat of Titan,” at the El Parquetito Café, this sunny afternoon Wednesday, in Lima, Peru, Miraflores, the poem came to me suddenly, and I had to order a second cup of coffee to finish it. The story being about the birth of the Tiamat; in the past I’ve done several poems, and a few short stories on the Tiamat, and three books. Somehow this creature has come into my life, and never seems to leave.