Realization of a Serpent

Serpent in

and serpent out.

My thickness will see,

what it’s about.

Passes over

and passes under.

My drive will find,

the cement to bind.

Lookers looking

and waiters waiting.

My shadow unexpected,

yesterday least connected.

The trades go out

and protection is slipped.

My angel wings are ready for flying,

it is certain that I am tired of buying.

Celebration days come

and tree gatherings go.

My what an incorrect lie,

when I say I am going to die.

Grave diggers dig

and mourners come.

She is here not,

as they grant my last plot.

© 2004 David Greg Harth

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