The Serpent
limblessly maneuvering yourself
closer to the ground than the insects that pest you
such is where you rightly reside
what a clever disguise
to husk the pelage of a gazelle
but the corpse you don is decomposing
sarcophagidae writhing throughout
deteriorating the deceptive image
inside, your putrefaction
your crypsis performed through mimicry
mimicry of something graceful
yet immoral in evading this exposure
and now the forest can see
the true being that lies underneath
uglier than the repugnant carcass of your camouflage
and you are the detestable vermin
with the vulgar audacity to prey
plaguing all with your revolting existence
any simple motion, in absence of cowardice
could have transformed this perception
yet that you have neglected to provide


Very nicely done. I like this, it’s scathing, and visual. Nice to see you’ve been writing!