Teth

by Dean F. Wilson

Held and coiled, about to spring,
A serpent may or may not sting;
It might take a faithful leap
Into a cave that’s dark and deep,
To find his belly is that cave,
Intestine tombstones, this his grave,
And all the while he plummets still;
Eaten whole, he takes his fill,
Yet even as digestion brings
A fitting feast, a feast of kings,
The serpent rears its head again
To see another cave; amen.