Vipera berus
In the beginning is the viviparity
Vipera berus born living
No arms
No legs
Scaly skin over 600 bones
Living underground
emerging to sunlight in the morning
to warm up before a day of hunting
In the beginning is the viviparity
Vipera berus born living
No arms
No legs
Scaly skin over 600 bones
Living underground
emerging to sunlight in the morning
to warm up before a day of hunting
Heading home through the
ancient woodland
sunlight through the trees tormenting
my soul
slippery moss covered roots
make climbing this steep slope treacherous
while creatures voices –
never ending
are sometimes welcome but
often intolerable.
Drawn towards the cold steel
gates of Hades
that clatter behind me like a cell door
I walk under gnarly branches as the
clag closes in and
the light begins to fade.
The sound of blissful silence
soothes and comforts –
the damp smell of detritus
welcome.
The surf washes over your face
broken and weary in the
salty water
like blood
feeding the kelp.
You feel nothing
from the intensity.
Staring from wide open eyes
glistening as the pebble in the rock pool.
The tide rises –
soon you will be a fish.
Another life beneath the surface.
Swimming peacefully.
Forever.
Sea
Sea reads broken promises
while eating raw shit –
floaters to spit out at sunburnt flabby bodies
on the first hot day of the year.
Sea lies about her strength and
tempts vain heroes into her grip
to be swept away in rip tides.
Sea hides her contempt
of her abuse as she knows
that she is stronger than the entitled
who seek to use her.
She fears nothing but
she demands to be feared.