Death adder,
will I ever learn
when to step on you?
In the dark
I can smell your rustling
dry mulch home
but I can't smell you.
Are you waiting?
How do I shed
this fusty skin of fear
and walk
with artfully reckless
bared ankles?
There's so much honour
in the benediction
of your dream-deep venom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a venomous poem... i love watching snakes on NAT GEO WILD.... Thanks for sharing Dorothy