Snake Charmer

I could take your pain and throw it up to the sky
there it would turn into glossy winged crows that squawk
and fly into the four winds.
I could shape your heart like molding clay
squishing it between my strong fingers
until it beats with the rhythm of the fox's running speed.
I could brush your hair until its thick waves
turn to knives that flash in the sunlight and
swing out like morning nightmares.
I could,
but my hands are like poisoned snake charmers in my lap
their fingers coiled with impotence.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

i don't think so...your hands push the words around real good

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is amazing. Must watch out for woman who play with live snakes. The story was very good. A outstanding poem. A surprise ending. Thank you.
Coyote