Thursday, 3 October 2013

The Insidious Snake

I wore a snake on my arm
It bit me
And I insisted that its slow poison was love
And I believed it
Until one day I stepped outside my dying body
And saw that the snake was watching me die
I sucked the poison from my wrist
and spat into an ocean
That was calm and vast
And the poison was diluted
In the future and the past.

(August 1986)

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