If only it had a mouth it would have smiledPosted: May 31, 2012
Serpents coil round and round an anemic heart
While it spits blood, squirts
Water, for blood has been shed
Many, many times.
Having been ravaged by prying vultures
Having been pinched by thoughtless fingers, needles
Of indifference, cruel, stabbing words
Having been attacked with poisoned arrows, almost
Been sawed apart once, minced and mangled
Being choked now is a privilege,
A piece of chocolate fudge
Topped perhaps with a cherry, or
A juicy looking strawberry.
If it had a mouth the heart would have smiled
For light is just about to fade from its eyes,
And the pain is about to cease, about to stop
Serpent venom lulls the agony to numbness
While it penetrates, explores every aching curve
Every burning alcove
Of carefully kept love and guarded memories.
If it had a mouth it would have smiled
For the anemic heart shall no longer beat
Heart wrenching doleful tunes
It patters out its own funeral march
Never to beat again.