Snakes
SNAKES (XI)
Temptation always comes in a pretty package;
they were caught between two worlds,
worlds apart. The reason for snakes
in the grass is to make elephants dance.
You were the candle leading him out
of the darkness, now you want to extinguish
his flame…you can’t have both ends
of his soul.
“I’m only forty!” Her words ringing, singing,
stinging his ears like a swarm of bees.
Locked in his silence, regret for a bed…
What hope is he entitled to?
The sky is bleeding stars and the Milky Way
it’s scar. Kuan Yin is humming a mantra
but there is no mercy for him now. She
disposes of people like he expels wind.
Does the cobra love or hate the flute?
When the air passes over the opening why
is the serpent compelled to dance?
Is it hate he feels for the music or romance?
Reality is the elephant on his chest and
he has faced that demon before and won.
Guilty hearts and broken dreams, Bok Hane,
can you live with the truth and be free?
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016
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