Bathtub

For centuries, 
a golden dragon
defended the villagers
from harm,
and all pitied
the occasional fool
who stomped,
and tantrummed,
and shrieked,
“Starve the beast
and drown it
in a bathtub!”
until,
hidden downstream,
saboteurs and traitors
hoarded soap
and dammed the river.

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

The AI rendered this poem as a figure in ceremonial dress standing in shallow water in front of an enormous dragon's golden head.