Thursday, February 11, 2021

The Fall of November twenty twenty -- page 6

Snake Dancing
lamps burn a brightly dark light
inside the forest where squirrels play
down the windy dirt path to the clearing
covered in pine needles like bundles
of straw grass freshly cut,
boulders the size of log cabins stand
erect forming a circle, parallel 
covered in green moss from
the bottom and half way up,
creatures without clothes jump up and
down like ballet dancers with
poisonous snakes in their hands
with dried mud covering their bodies
painted various shades of red on white,
and as they sexually undulate to
some unseen partner, the partial
light catches their swaying breasts
and their arms moving down
between their legs making guttural
sounds like a wounded animal trying
to escape the clutches of their captors
and their wanton desires until a
long echo groans and moans through
the forest trees...  the creatures fall
and loose the snakes they were holding;
turning on their backs, breasts falling to their sides
arms reach up to the heavens beckoning...
a light rain falls and the lamps end their glow,
crickets and frogs are the only sounds made,
as the dancer's bodies dissolve into the ground, 
the boulders reduce in size until they disappear,
the clearing is no clearing as tall trees 
cover up all that was there and my eyes
return to an open position and I see that
I am in my home safely and still in bed.

29 November 2020





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