Oct/Nov 2003 • Poetry |
Snake-making
Dead wood and soil twist into lengths
that serve and shape
Things' divinity: the way Moses' staff
touched dirt, and then became
A serpent with powers of God. To make
a holy snake is easy:Whittle the twigs and branches
off a limb, douse it
With gasoline, and set it on fire. Or else
scare a dinosaur into a crack
Of time so tight it'll sacrifice its arms
and legs into a snake'sPure fury and fear. Ramses the Great's
wife, bound to obedience
Like a mummy to eternity, once spit
in his face when he
Bent for a kiss. The god-king wiped off
her saliva, licked his lips,Snake aura enkindling in him a yearning
to autonomously disappear
And bite poisonously, the pair of them
helpless as Adam and Eve
Beginning their dynasties before becoming
mere human again.