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ASCALON

St. George—

helmet aslant, boot on the back.

But where is victory?

The staff never moves,

hovers just above the tongue.

He’ll wait forever for that hard kiss.

I make a list: spear, spurs,

silver, speed.

Good luck, George says.

And the dragon

winks.