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The Snake Charmer by Caleb Brennion ’22
from Outcroppings
The Snake Charmer
by Caleb Brennion ’22
Slowly we creep Making but the slightest peep Writhing in motion as the harmonics play. The notion is gifted, as mother sings her children to sleep. How we listen. Every note is believed to every child conceived. The snakes follow the rhythm as if it were scripture. How they listen indeed. The other animals do not listen. They are scared, for mother has an ominous tone to them. They hear, but they don’t believe; They live in fear. For we are deadly, We slither on our backs, We slide on our bellies, Way down to the creek. To feast and to eat. The timing is crucial. We thirst for the heart of the unwilling. The moons’ gentle hue illuminates the scene. The bloody massacre unbeknownst to the ground. The flute sings and then chirps. The fangs draw out and seep into the neck. Poison dispersed into the prey’s cells. Wiggling and screaming for help. No one hears a sound during the whole commotion. Mother’s flute whistles in the wind.
