The Snake

The proposal comes with a glance

At the wings

Of my friend the Duke

Who knows me better now than ever

For he knows my fighting spirit

Is not dead

He knows my way is

In the head

Of snake’s unduly lifting

To the sky

As the mamba stands when seeking

Prey. Speed is of essence

And that makes us talk

With rapid eye sleep

Between us today

My beauty, Kate,

You shall know when I call

Do not falter your step

But look for a wolf

In sheep’s cloth

And get the time from

Your cultured wrist

For it shall be now

When we meet in our

Usual place afar from

The madness that is in

Your self’d

denial for me.



COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020


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