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Dead Snake In The Middle of the RoadAF

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Dead Snake In The Middle of the RoadAF

DEAD SNAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAIL

SNAKE!  I see you!  
I see you tightly curled around that rock
waiting, in your evilness
to attack a man, passing.  Why?

I walk this trail, daily, almost.
It is something I have to do.  I
did not see you yesterday. Were you here then,
 lurking evilly to get me?   

Or were you hunting, as God intended,
to secure your subsistence?  Perhaps you were
enjoying Nature's radiance on a sunkissed
asphalt trail, a creature's bliss, sustained by God?

now, here you are - - 
DEAD!  That rock killed you.  It
lay on your head, immorally thrown
by one who hates, or fears you.

It could be nothing less
that caused your death, oh snake. 
Primordial fears, shaking hate 
casts man into a reality of . . .  

Killing snakes.  Because . . .

The snake was feared,
The rock was there
and loathing man, 
knew no better.


REFRAIN:
(Who else would wantonly kill the creatures of God 
until the scent of their beauty,  the taste of their bounty,
has dissolved into a wistful dream of barrenness?
Man, the hating antipathy of Nature's burgeon.)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 7/18/2016 7:27:00 AM
Very well written, Fritz. I also like your refrain. Sorry for not commenting on your poem earlier - I was away from PS for a few weeks. T.J
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Date: 7/18/2016 8:07:00 AM
Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your words! Fritz the Cat