The Snake
written by: Roy Eisenstein
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The Army, the war left a snake in his head
A darkness that no rain can ever cool for long
A spike through the meat of dreams
A stain that never fades
There in the morning coffee or in the tangle of sheets
Under the fingernails and through the gut
Something writhing
Waiting
Sleeping but never dead
Memories cascade through prisms of black and white
Making metallic noises and the smell of hot rifle oil
The cigarettes of innocence shared
Then the cold return where youth was injured yet again
The hostility that wouldn’t ever let anyone fully come home
The turning of backs
Accusations from the evening news to the street corners
The dirty deal was in
The fix
No one is forgiven
No one saved
Except the snake
It’s still there
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