Woman
written by: Joseph Anthony “Joe” Viel
Into deep waters
Stranded trances of lost loves
To shallow pits
Lost lives condemned where the viper sits
Talk lost thought
Wasted uncertainties of dismantled careers
Crossed paths from timber rattlers
The garden is where the viper sits
Intrepid bipolar foes
In cahoots are these most famous of two
God and Satan
For logic dwells where the viper sits