AFTER THE RAINS
after the rains
the grass grew high everywhere
swamped the farm gate so
you can barely see it from the road
which is
frankly reassuring
helps me to feel
I am adequately camouflaged
as I coil up on the bed
communing with my snake self
at peace and in contempt
of all those
evil men of the North
desperately insecure in
their hemisphere of rage, fundamental
scheme of violence
with their drones and devices
submarine delivered nukes and
uranium depleted
ammunition
at the core
of their true being
oh good seed bad seed
such vagaries in our condition
spread thoughout the cosmos
I might believe
zero
to infinity
yes and now your hear me
how could not find me out, search
hard
for me
feeling that the rains the mounting grass
will hide me, save me
in the lack of all basic state
of the art
otherworldly surveillance
and, of course, deterrence
secret
serpent can sleep
at least
poems 2 die for 