Hungry Dog

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Boiled two eggs for my breakfast,
one was very big and I hoped it had two yolks.
But when I cut its top off the devil’s head
popped up, grinned and said:
“Eat me if you dare.”
I gave the egg to my dog,
which wolfed it down
ignoring Satan’s spluttering indignation.
The cur burped, farted and Apollyon escaped
in a rank haze.
The smaller egg I put in the deep freezer
in case one of Lucifer’s imps was in it.
When I thawed and peeled the egg, a month later,
a tiny dragon sprung to life,
bit my thumb and the air turned darkly cyan.