Snake Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

You.
You’re a snake
Wrapped in gold
In porcelain.
Anything that glints
With a trifle morose deceit.

You prattle too gentle.
Your halcyon-eyes
Cut through the glass.
The mad men went crazy over you,
And the insecure women
Talked about you
Over gossips.
Over stories.
Over fables,
And how they were obsessed with
Having you (for men.)
Or imitating you (for women.)

You’re a snake.
Your delicate finagles are
Troublesome.
You will catch
A cold with the winter
Inside your body.
Your omen
Scares the war away
From the hostile grounds.
You are a frenzied melee.
You are a carnal invitation
To a whole revelry of marvels.

Your pictures
Are insidious.
It’s like looking into a mausoleum
Of fragmented souls: and you laugh at
The very hideous features.

Hiss one more cajole, snake.
Indirect
Or
Direct.
I don’t care.
You’re a snake.
A serpent in my deserts.
Your dismal arrival
Sent the savageries away
Into forgetfulness.

But then,
No matter how good you dress
The forests
No matter how fabled and highfaluting
The stories are
About the slithering prowess,
A snake
Will always
Be a snake.