A rack of Gotgam, Korean-style dried persimmons
The dragon waits—
scales, fails, and swallowed hate.
The persimmon is ripe,
but not yet ready to taste—
roasted red pepper, cinnamon, and dates.
A hostile state.
Can we control the appetite for anger
when it growls awake?
Reimagine our own fates,
cover the sweet tang in tinfoil,
place it in sufficient light, and wait?
Intervene for the earths's sake
to improve air circulation,
sanitation and diet?
Or are we too stubborn,
to afraid of our own blight—
flesh to shrivel,
frosty layer to form,
our bodies transformed
to hardened, chewy states,
to recreate ourselves?
Dried Gotgam,
scarier than dragons
or tigers,
our roars made quiet;
our goodness innate.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
Artwork: Ruth Speer, Wait here, 2024
Haley Heynderickx “Gemeni”
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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