This poem is taken from Stand 241, 22(1) March - May 2024.
Four Poems
Natrix Natrix
I see it, suddenly: just the head
dividing black water in this lily pad eden
I’m held by the paper-weight eye
a snake slid out of the Bible’s black den
...
I see it, suddenly: just the head
dividing black water in this lily pad eden
I’m held by the paper-weight eye
a snake slid out of the Bible’s black den
...
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