Eva’s anguis

infinite drops
roiling cross bodies of oiled phlegm
hissed through the ark of force

catch them if you can
for when they harden
the snake's glass ring of stone
will prosper all ventures

the egg envelopes, glain encircles
and those thick lunettes of green, blue and white
lain out in all their deceptive splendor
shall be dug from the Hakpen ave

while the Pedra del Cobra
must be torn from sleeping serpent's mount
lest it dissolve like death with a whimper

but that daemon Pádraig
banished the femi-nine to the lindworm's leap
by pitting the fire in the dragon's mouth
the frothed hood extinguished by frenzied moths
bent on processional pomp
oh woe be
unto the Gliding King and his ochim
oh woe....