I live on a Snake Island
flat
wet
full of snakes
with flameless candle right above my head
burrows in the ground
and I walk in the shadow of snake’s dream about me
being favorite game and food
thus life became disease
nothing seems to lead
out of it
alas
I cure my fear of them
standing on a highest rock
while watching snakes curse and hiss
their hate of me to silent Moon
the bloody lure above