A rattler on a rock
Had the dog on alert
At the cut off
I took
Another rock
To cut its coil
With the sun
In its eyes
Beyond warming
The grass was
No greener then
Before the imagined strike
But after
Less taught
Then given ground
Was a comfort
My back to it
Belly up
Crawling
Against the sky
Trophied with an empty scale
Decorum lost to document
I still can't shake
My nature's poisoning
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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