The Snake

A snake torso thrusts –
Throbbing its upper body.
A serpent head burns –
Pounding its dome against trees.
A cobra tail weeps –
Slamming its wet nutsack on the bone-dry pavement.

Who is the snake?
Cut thricely,
Guilty of betrayal,
Obliterating its testes – knowing full well
What he has done and can never undo.

You are the snake.