The George I see in paintings fights a different type of dragon
     than the one I have in mind, which is a tougher-to-pin-down kind
conceptually I think than the typical outsized lizard or snake
     pimped out with one or more of the following: wings, horns,

classic breath of fire, spellcasting capacities, cold glances
     in the style of the basilisk, narcissism (look it up), idiopathic
sleeping habits, fiscal conservatism, troglophilia, high IQ
     and language use, to cite just a few from the long running list

of attributes we commonly ascribe to dragons. The running list itself
     might also be a dragon, self-protracting into the future
of what it refers to, scrolling around the very idea until the mind
     admits defeat in an audible sigh as we continue doing what we do

to get to the next point and the next. Don’t look so perplexed
     I say to myself en route to avoid the dragon, which is the only
surefire way to face it, as with a mirror walking backwards into its den,
     so what reaches you isn’t magic but a defanged copy of magic,

and this levels the field a bit, seeing what was once so fearful reduced
     to a piss-trickle of images, which sources say is still a post
with power tied to it, but if there’s anything I know after all this
     typing, it’s the difference between dragons and whatever this thing is.