I have myself crawled by scales
piece by shed piece
the whole of this sphere.
What worth a kingdom unknown to its ruler?
By the skins of my teeth I have fed.
Swallowing from every lake... streams
From God’s creatures, one of each,
(of those Man has named)
I have allowed myself to drink
even as to taste of
Yes... as its spirit flees.
As I have said, I am well-traveled,
every inch of earth knows my touch
more than once, in fact, many times.
Such is the nature of the wind,
that your husband did so keen recognize
when he did pronounce of me,
proclaiming this one, with like kind,
…Serpentine.
- Author: poelove ( Offline)
- Published: February 21st, 2018 07:48
- Comment from author about the poem: a few verses from my poem, \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'The Memoirs of Cain\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'... This from the chapter, \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" Last Letters to Eve\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\".
- Category: Religion
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