Wedding Hymn to a Snake

Wedding Hymn to a Snake

By Chris Junginger

Tell me do your teeth ever get lonely
Without a piece of meat or tendons weak?
Tell me, Do you mourn the heavenly feel
Of feet in purchase on sands soft and sleek?

Would you ever stop if so I called?
Would your venom still, nature now appalled?
Or is cruelness your way, death your leisure?
Could you ever contain such a pleasure?

My body lies broken like a bottle
On the shores of the long river Lethe
And I die where I fall, sick and thought ill
And yet I cry “why can’t you believe me?”

And to Hades I shout: “no it was me!”
“Please don’t take my darling Eurydice!”