The Snake Parasite
By Fiza Pathan
As I gazed at the fruit of edible nature
I saw a worm emerge from the core.
It told me of the misery that lurks within the world
That has vanquished the flame of truth.
I picked the slithery creature from its abode
And swallowed it whole
So that its wisdom would pollute my ignorance.
It’s a parasite now lurking in my blood
Drinking up my appetite and feeding on my sanity.
The spineless one teaches me a riddle
About lost continents and crystals
That shone as electricity long ago.
About tall fair giants and men with azure eyes
Who commanded rivers to part and lakes to dry up.
Now my guts ache with the tiny serpent in my stomach.
He is growing stronger
And fat like a pig
Before the dawn of Noel.
I like the pain, for it makes me vomit out my hatred.
I lust now for books of old and theories
Long forgotten beneath the icy oceans.
I eat the flesh of the hungry
And drink the blood of the thirsty
Always on the lookout for the diamond in the rough.
My sickness grows upon me and makes me weary
And so I speak in riddles
And philosophize every word I speak.
I’m a skeleton now and can hardly carry myself
To the pond of the disturbed angel.
People rush forward before me to drink of its waters
Before I can even get a chance to quench my thirst.
Dear reader of my verses don’t be alarmed
I’m still in love with my three muses
So there is still much more to write about love.
But when the night comes and the tempest roars
I remember the snake within me that has grown fat
With my thoughts as food .
Copyright © 2014 by Fiza Pathan
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