Serpents are a holy green
Halos on the bottom of the earth
Very slittering creatures
But there is a spirit to things
What is a snake and why is it important?
Imperial feminism
The medical profession
You should be speaking at my funeral, kid
Healing is not shameful
There is no shame in healing
There is no shame in getting better
All those healthy children
The time in-between
When you feel that poetry is the last thing you need
That’s the time you need poetry most of all
Time is fierce
Pussyfoot doggerel
Fierce winds of it
In this life
There is always time
To make a comeback
Said I, the poets, with their branding
Oh write what you are, poets
Everyone’s a snake
Most of all, including you
You have to steel yourself
From the garden
Be who you are poets
Cold creatures
With no other thought
But to thrive, then kill