Stephen Brian Brady


The Snake-God St. Tropez - Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

early morning Place des Lices

at breakfast my coiled croissannt tells me
beware the Snake-God
he had not been placated
the vagrant's forward roll had skewed to the left

at lunch
out from the shade cicadas screech
as they identify
one of their own kind
protruding from the cheese-topping on my pizza

at dinner
I consume slivers of raw flesh
possibly the wine-waiters arm

it is July in St.Tropez
in the year of
the serpent
or the insect
or the amputee

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 24, 2011



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