Python-Coil Life Poem by Raj Arumugam

'Do I sense
some resistance -
a sense of injustice? '
whispers Life
folding me cold
in her ample python-coil
and she sings me her song


'The flowers bloom
in the fields, sweet love
to be gathered for your bier
Time lingers in the wings
to pull you off stage
at the moment
opportune in its Clasped Book

The worms wait patient
if you choose a burial;
if cremation's your choice
the fires wait in quiet potential
The musicians practise
to be employed
by the survivors
to deliver you a dirge

And so my sweet love -
Live well
Night night, sleep tight,
don't let the bedbugs bite'