The Watersnake In the South Mountain along a road that goes from an ocean to a great lake not far from my parents’ home I walked up to a water snake whose lower end a car had crushed revealing in blood its smooth intestines where a cluster of flies flew up and remained filling themselves. It hissed, mouth pinkest flesh flayed and reached out trying to leave itself still, now moving tip of its nose along the road mouth so silent, open I thought it was dead till it twisted closed unclosing constant agitation without rest. I thought, “You are a poem,” and crushed its head with a warm flat stone. https://vimeo/40473204
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 22:52:40 +0000
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