dressed for murder
dressed for murder
Autumn leaves have made the track in the forest a wonder
to walk, the summer is over, and now the best time of the year beckons.
Stillness, a squirrel is busy collecting nuts; they have seen me before
and see no reason to stop their task.
A black snake scuttles across
the track and appears annoyed, like I should have disturbed
The natural order of things: snakes catch squirrels.
It was a serpent that ed up Adam and Eve`s dream of Paradise,
a small bungalow and a few pigs, was that too much to ask?
Up north, they kill seals, they eat our fish, so we kill them and women
They were beautiful coats, especially baby skin fur, but that is ok,
The sea is our larder.
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