The Lost Snake
The Lost Snake
It's a cool town with high rises,
With flashing lights,
With glossy roads of ambition.
I am a dweller of the suburb, in a rented house,
The wind greets me
With measured friendliness,
Like the leaning girl
From the verandah
With emotions of love of a locked sea.
The silence melts one idle evening,
A rat snake enters the verandah,
With a cool posture,
Just gazing at its movement,
It's eating a venomous common crat,
Without charging me a bill.
The days are passing,
Like the buzzing wings of a busy bee,
The suburb is now a fully-grown town,
That snake may have lost its land.
I have tamed myself,
Measured friendliness is in my blood,
I have a circle of friends, a society,
A loving love,
Yet, search murmurs in my heart,
In the lonely evenings,
For the lost snake.
For the question
Who will suck the venom
In the new city of love?