Wrote Sy Hoahwah. Is that so?
I guess so. My legs started off
Looking reasonably human
But got snakier as I fell.
Maybe it’s a mistranslation,
Misunderstood early Hebrew
All these years, all these religions
Later. No one took his legs off.
The serpent just got snakier,
Like all the tales from all the lands,
Of dragons, eels, and snake maidens,
Of things the gods confined to caves
Knowing how humans fear the weird
Enough to kill or worship it
Or both, make potions from its bones.
But am I, tottering and frail
On increasingly snake-like stems
That won’t hardly keep under me,
With venomous fangs that bite me,
Indicative, still, of chaos?
I’d like to think so. Can’t you feel
The world shake with its need to share
A growing instability?