A Snake in the Grass

Primative...

I was unwanted

called serpentine

a prima donna

of primates....

thunderstruck

in the garden plot

where certain bipeds

were once weeded up...

with faith on the palate

from a lone guarantee:

“That the first shall be Last;

and the last shall be First.”

but how, what, or why?

I query to coil & unravel

knowing something

is within me....deep

if I could but

sink some teeth

in to describe...

how I’d draw that Life Blood

I’ll never have enough of...

I am the First

condemned

and the Last

for sacrifice...

I’ve prayed for me

...and on my sanity...

I’ve crawled from Void

returning belly up

back to the In-fin-not

no parable to unparcel

from this scaly muck...

just the loss of a mind

dumbstruck

with consciousness

buried by doubt

...as human pain

in the grass