Snakes in Trees

 

Like snakes in trees,

no one sees

events still yet to come.

 

Crows on corn -

be ye forewarned

the day when day’s no more.

 

Flying bats

echoing that

we have but what we have.

 

Lifeless trees

stand over seas

of stagnant, stinking death.

 

Voiceless birds

that no one’s heard,

for they all are dead.

 

Swarming flies

fill the skies

to take life’s final gasp.

 

Maggots in flesh.

Oh how I wish

that we had met Earth’s needs.

 

For snakes in trees,

and no one sees

events that come to pass.

 

May 4, 1987

 

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