The Dream of the Snake
A horse shied from the track
I don’t remember any of that
though a ghost once tried
to climb on top of me
I sent her back to mother
and my dreams thereafter
were merciful except for
when I was chased by the gods
it seems I had figured out
they had so fooled with time
that we could not be gods
I gathered all my poisons up
and going deep underground
I remember biting the earth
to remove all time forever
from the hinges of the world
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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