The Snapping Turtle 🐢 Poem by James McLain

The snapping turtle grabs it,
If ever one you've seen or gladly felt.
The bud that has yet to be, a man in her
Last life gay or man.
Such woman are shaving the bark from,
Each tree.
The forest denuded of Bushes, thick with
Green leaves.
The dark water hides them here where few,
Wade in, afraid to drown.
The crack that two Plank's make, when coming
Together as one.
The one that caught me, nieve I was, sucked in
Body, soul and mind.
The one in the aquarium that without chewing,
Sucked in a single gulp that one fish, that fish
With the human head.