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Snakes

May 28, 2013
By Allison Braithwaite GOLD, Toronto, Other
Allison Braithwaite GOLD, Toronto, Other
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The python dropped with painful languor.
Watching, haughty, the boy waited.
It approached.
He laughed, danced, taunted.
Python reared that glinting head

Lunged

Tried to turn, catch, wrap.
Boy darted, grinned.

“Python!” he chortled,

“Why can’t you hissssssssssssssssss?”

So, slippery son,
You suppose you’ll slip sideways,
Smiling,
Send me in circles?
Circles are the source of my sorcery.
I twist, I grasp:
My coils, they clasp.
You gasp,
Silently suck this sacred stuff,
This oxygen.
Hissing I slither,
Slow and sated.



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