Boa Constrictor
This is turning into a diary of a slow death I had another fall
I was taking picture of some Interpretable bushes where I was
sure I had seen an animal, not unlike the Tasmanian tiger.
I did not see the hollow up to my waste in plant roots beginning
to strangle me like a nest of hungry squeezing snakes.
I knew of a man who had an anaconda in his basement and once
a week it gave the snake a sheep carcass, but then he had to stay
in the hospital for three weeks, being an animal lover, he checked on
his monster that mistook him for a sheep carcass strangled and
swallowed him shoes and all, weeks past, where is Jonas when they
broke into his house they found a hungry snake, and that was all.
Regarding the roots I cut myself loose with my knife which I always
when falling into a hole and have rabbits snarling at me and black
crows are cackling with glee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem