Reid Galler Poet Quatrain

Wretched Snake

The head
Of the snake
Is gone
Though it seems

It's coming
Back to me
In terrible
Dreams

Will there
Be a party
A dynamite
Type?

But detonate
Fears
And more then
Just hype

A jet of vacation
An unaware crew
To fall from the sky
But they never knew

And where
Will it end
The snake
Does it mend?

If growing
The head back
Will time tell
Us when?

The body
Must go
As well as
The head

And finally
Then
This wretched
Will end

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