Python’s sheathing comes undone
leaving a rustling explosion of crust
dancing in the breeze beneath Willow’s
Into its future, Python shimmers,
charmed by its own mending.
The snake’s waking hunger
side winds stories of fevered piercings
feared by all Small Things.
Teeth to tunnel,
unbearable and paralyzing.
Anguish feeds the serpent
as brittle boned rodents implode under pressure
sending their secrets seething into the belly of the beast.
Chipmunk Wizards chant about renewal and growth
while lining the den’s opening with Python’s shed skin.
Brenda Warren 2012
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