a serpent with a head where a tail should
be--& a head where a head should be.
strikes at G*d's will, at their own will.
as if paradise never knew what hit it,
its vicious turn of color.
color that gave it away--to be
captured & sold to a reptile
enthusiast for an attractive sum.
then two frozen rats went to a
terrarium's white light again.
lowered by their proud owner,
whose hands were prey of prey.
raptly puppeting an unconscious
symbolism, that saw them eat as a
family & die shortly after.
imagining it was the other's head,
that impingement on will--
(it was really rat poison).
now nothing but black sand's
sparkling cloak boiled down to
a questionably human skull, & a
large piece of driftwood with two
heads blocking both ends.
with a slothfulness that begins to stink.
whereupon he incisively
quoted: "Hypocrite lecteur,
-mon semblabe, -mon frere!"
Thy will be done, oddly enough.