SNAKE HISTORY

If Snake ever comes for you, kill it,
have no mercy, beat the skin-drum heavy,
ignore any cries, there is no choice,
or you will be bemused by whining,
all this from someone who once terrified you,
whose lips used to sneer-grab.
Cut them off, lip by lip,
Snake has many,
each one will curl to make you feel guilty,
and you will, Snake is that practiced,
that familiar, a piece of history,
earth, air, fire, water and snakes.
One evening Snake will be on television,
read between the lines and you will see
Snake is the writer, actor, director and producer-
you will feel sorry for the murderer,
the one who commits vile acts, and still leers.
Bury Snake, place heavy objects over the grave,
or it will resurface when you no longer think it will,
that, finally, you're walking the right path and hill.
Then it will smile more madly,
dressed in skin as cool as ice,
able to resist embers, and laugh.
Come up with something new, Snake will say,
otherwise I'm bored and will eat you quickly.
Even if it says your name adoringly,
kill it,
and pray the time will be longer
until Snake comes again.

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