Then they had fallen
to her charms;
disfigured
and dismembered
coiled in diseased cloth in a corner,
round wrapped like pregnant, swollen sacks
time ticking no more still
to them a ticking clock to reflect
how they had become preys;
she - a python
then for a moment to stand ever still they saw - it was
the glitz and glamour
of her skin;
the kudu and python tale.
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