maandag 4 januari 2010

The coming of the serpent

Here you move

Slithering over the ground

Your mouth omits a hissing sound

Your ancestors got whipped away

By a meteorite

Trying to make their futile escape like jumping deer

So what the heck are you still doing here?

Yellow eyes

Split tongue

Laying eggs

Abandoning your young

If you’re looking for peace

You won’t find it here

You see these buildings

are made of concrete

Just to make it crystal clear

We’ve all abandoned nature here

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