Salamandu Poem by Scarlett Irvine

Die stare at me
They eye, a black bead
Olive green, reptilian peridot
Fore Mars, he matted blood
Or she
Bifurcates thee constant curve
Cross section of brittle ore
Pain mete, an instant breath
Snuffed forth to eternity
The grey grooves of the nether world
Dry scales bathed in oil
Tropics all pleasure full
Tetrad curled about haven in atmosphere
Dotted with this azure glow
Here moveth specks of salamander
Born from night fire
Or has fireflies come in midst
Come to rule or to illuminate
Betwixt two worlds
Piecing together scales