Thursday, July 6, 2023

why me, why now?

the pink
snake, long dead since i dropped
the boulder
onto it's
magically colored
body
and head,
still lies there behind
the house
on the sidewalk leading
up to the woods.
i can see his fangs,
his eyes,
so much of what was
in, now out.
did he feel pain,
was there time to think,
time to ponder
his regrets, his shame
as the shadow of stone
came upon him.
was there a moment of
why me,
why now?

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