The Snake Will Never Die
poem
They claimed to kill the snake, Banished the fair Gaelic fate, Three running legs, My Guenevere. I awoke, heard the drums, Heard the ancient songs, Our weakened arms, Endeavor. Witness the tail-eating, The snake encroaching, Upon its own tail, Forever. Time turns to infinity, Cowards still scream, Their fearful hearts, Sever.
