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Comments about Caetano Silveira
I step with weak feet over
I lay my plastic snake on the ground
keep it tucked behind the rock
its cold husk against my palms
skin of pearlescence covering my open hands
yellow venom in its eyes
crisp shellac coat on mercury slits
in sulphur-mustard mirror eyes I watch my own breath
It’s lead scales, dead glint, I wrap it around the tree
I move back from the still waiting serpent
its slit eyes matching mine
but it moves as I watch it
it fills with life, the mercury slits flushing
and the gravel hurts my feet ...