the snake

consider it childhood fantasy
imagined beings who care

the snake slithered -her garden
a smorgasbord of critics
leave behind their skins

her past sins -atrocities
hung around curtains
gleaming diamond-cut eyes

tents made of blankets
  playing with sparks

oh, who hears the wail of a child lost?
oh who?


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