Where does the snake
Sun on the rocks?
On which night trails
Will its belly warm?
Which leaves and grass will prove
The most treacherous?
Rattles guard the crevice
Black masks and cotton maws, the catfish
Nursery rhymes, the burrow
Almost all now fear any serpent
From a frog chaser to a king
So beware every ignorant heel
For if you are fork tongued,
you are unforgiven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem