With Our Swords That Flame Poem by Robert Rorabeck

With Our Swords That Flame



The snake has tracked its lions all across the earth,
And maybe it hates the man, as in its religion this is its evil,
And all of its folklore is bent around the monsters
With legs,
As it also inhabits the gardens that burn, that we too
Have made so strange with our swords
That flame.

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Robert Rorabeck

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