Of Nails, Snakes, and Trees

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Akheela Sherif
D/o Shameena and Omar Sherif 1991 EEE

Poem which secured first Prize in Versification Contest conducted by Darsana Banglore Chapter.

So, you want to stick it to the Man?
“Would you rather I stick it to the Person, then?”
Your tongue will get you in trouble;
I’d rather you nail that snake to a tree.

Eyes ahead, posture steady,
Don’t try and slither out.
Smile when you speak to the Man.
Your tongue runs too wild for his taste;
Nail that snake to a tree.

Bleach the old college flags.
“Is red not in season anymore?”
Red is in season
when it drapes suggestively around virgin brides.
We do have to nail the snakes to trees.

“You know that’s quite the dirty euphemism?”
I digress.
Would you rather Medusa?
Curled snakes in her hair,
Cursed by Pallas Athene herself?
Nail your snakes to the tree.

“You’ve read the wrong versions,
Mythologies translated by old bats
Their biases dripping sour, curdling,
Through every slur,
An undercurrent, smelly acid,
In the text they translated,”
And I digress.

Do your time and head out,
Save socialism for the tweets
There’s overtime for the fields

“What fields? Paddy fields?”
I find petroleum more poetic

“And what of the Man in the fields?
Why are you letting him go?”

He will pull out his own chords
Mistake them for snakes
And nail himself to a tree.

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