Serpent Soup
Rain leaves the earth a slippery muddy mess.
Moon struggles not to dirty her white dress
Mud smears short kahki's.
With muddy hands, shirt comes off.
Kahki's off
Woman comes off.
Red serpent slides.
Moon rides, shines across serpent's hide.
Leaving their signature in the soup.
"We are both renegade soldiers here." Serpent sings...
"We are the Anarchy."
Black eyed Moon...
Every 400 years Blooms.
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