When Tender Tears Flow Fast Poem by John Sensele

Break the neck of a snake
Whose forked tongue locks stocks of vicious venom
So potent, pernicious, pervasive the poison makes no mistake
When it penetrates, pulverizes, punishes people at random

Ticking off any target it gets a chance
To smite, sight, fight, bite
Without mercy, with ecstasy as its lance
Sticks its kiss of Nemesis on the white

Fresh flesh and mesh of its victim
From whom it switches off the breath
Life breathes in and out leaving a weave of wailing to a team
Relatives constitutes with adjectives that diss faith

As a cold cadaver no longer maneuvers
Streets, wits and tweets lamenting its last
Torment in an unloving world whose louvers
Close its casket for the tenth time when tears flow fast.