poem – Year of the Snake

by Mary Jacob, first draft written 2 January 2013

It is the Year of the Snake –

garters, clinches, slow-acting venom,

a rustle below the line of sight, then

strike.

Is this what the year bodes?

Or is it something

seething up from our own swamp,

the lizard brain?

Strange hissing

in the inner ear, wordless susurration

and sibilants?

A whisper from the sibyl

wise, wise, wise.

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