Sep 2014
I sit
& face the cobra,
swaying,
unhooded,
with a smiling tongue
& we see eye-to-eye,
& he does not strike,
knowing the power
of his toxin
I sit.
& face the cobra,
swaying,
unhooded,
with a smiling tongue
& we see eye-to-eye,
& he does not strike,
knowing the power
of his toxin
I sit.
