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
Is this what the year bodes?
Or is it something
seething up from our own swamp,
the lizard brain?
in the inner ear, wordless susurration
A whisper from the sibyl
wise, wise, wise.