- Vol. 08
- Chapter 06
Image by Cris Martín
There’s Sometimes Something Venomous: a Fable
There’s sometimes something venomous
to magnify and mourn our boys.
They spy and stare at coiled snake,
poke low the weaker rattle, hiss,
may take his living as their toy.
No man can joke this pair’s not warned.
Or rearing battle streaks of spoil,
excite to turn their wreak to soil,
concentrate sun’s glare of light,
and burn the meeker sight they saw.
If this is fable, seek to learn
if there must be some fate and cost.
Come see here, you’ll peek and find:
two boys who crossed a stable world
were blind to bear’s maw poised with paw
curled just one tree behind.