The Season of the Snake - For Paris

[douglas]

The Season of the Snake

It is the season of the living dead
A time when the snake bites twice
And human flesh starts paying its price
This is the time of the rancid delta
A time when the green frog burps out
Its sticky venom
And transforms itself into a dark sorcerer

I find that my cheek doesn’t fit into the tree trunk
Anymore because it can see
The ancient curse pouring out upon this earth
Nature has become angry
She has turned her noble head
Against humanity

It is the season of the universal stained heart
And this time it’s ripping quantum time apart
Standing upon Idolatry’s shores
Poking fun at truth and severing the roots
So that our world no longer sees

A subtle separation has begun
Blind men committing crimes
That cannot be undone
This is the moment of the Bleeding Eyeball
The ultimate fall of man
And angels relinquish their power
And move in caravans across the bleak
Scarred desert
Toward the Bleeding Soul
Whose secrets although so close
Shall now remain untold

This New Age is aging and losing its momentum
Giving way to scorn and lies
Which flow out from rotten institutions
Temples of the dead society
Of man
The transient path of carnal greed
And vacuous solutions

[Tinker]

Hi Douglas, this is so current and scary. Not a feel good poem but as usual, well written.

"It is the season of the universal stained heart" True and beautifully stated.​

~~Tink​

[poetjohncompton]

I liked this poem... Dark and filled with truth! Bravo!