Steel Serpent


The many sectioned snake

crawls through again,

gates drop down,

lights of warning flash,

cars wait in long line,

as snake slithers past.

Closer now, I am wary,

lest it jump its track

and strike my way,

for its bite is lethal

from venemous fangs of steel.

Right there in front,

I walk in its direction,

yet I hear nothing of its hissing

from ahead,

the sound coming from my right,

bouncing off mountains

as its head moves into the valley.

Its low belly skims the ground,

spitting sparks of heated anger

rumbling earth with traveling hunger

as it feeds on rails swallowing them

like rodents.

I watch as it passes,

then coils

into the distance.

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