Serpent Poem by Haruna Garba

I came upon you
among outskirts flora
head in golden scarp
meandering your frame
flourishing all beauties ever known-
amber copper and brass
surrounded by parallel sprawling blue streams
though deep below the sideline
lies the dreadful drain of death.
Pang! Then panic
But how else could hypodermic needle be made?
Seen with horror-
man in dread of his kin
for viciousness is no trait of all.
Dressed to please,
man will never believe
but certainly he has that of which to please.
Granite hard stare to scare
man imagines assault
but what is worth the trespasser's move?
Putting up fight in self defense
You call it waylay
But then man, how dost thou live
all by yourself?