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
Copyright © Reid Galler | Year Posted 2011
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