The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Kalatorm?


Pulled immaturely from incubation,
Sweating, wet, unfed, parent-less
Washed up upon a beach of white sand,
Sea weed clinging to thin white limbs,

A snake, undulating black body, jewel eyes,
Mouth opens wide, venom drips from fangs,
Strikes, misses, Neck gripped in tiny fists,
small white teeth sink into snake flesh,

The reptiles head is severed from its body,
And the flesh of its neck, eaten by the ravenous child.
White sand. Red snake blood soaks in.
Sleeping creature.

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