Violet serpents
wind their way
through billowing,
iron sheets.
Shadowed
from a sun unseen
an old man hunched
eye-sealed
cackles
in hysterical,
hacking fits.
Gnarled, tapered hands:
one,
closes into fist
another
traces leylines
across the sky.
A pair of serpents
coil
constrict the air
tremble
and wait.
Trembling mouth
grows taut.
Bright-burning
solitary eye
opens-wide.
The heavens
alight.
Twin serpents
lash verticle,
lunging,
striking her simulacrum
shattering
plaster, blood, and bone
as her stilled lips
masticate
lovely devotionals.
Back-turned
eye cast-to-ground
an old man
silently
ambles
away
as
violet serpents
again wind their way
through billowing
iron sheets.
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