Python
Homes at the edge of a jungle
must be built on stilts
or the dead will bubble up
through the floor when the rains come.
That is why, when the python
eased its way through a wire casement
above my head
as I sat on the toilet.
I was not that surprised.
I knew it would enter the house
dragging with it a belly full of death.
Pulling my pants up, snatching up the cat,
I ran smiling toward the many deaths
yet to come.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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