Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Food Curse

Uncle Tweed Walker was a man by God
Expressed--not a draft not flawed--
Shot with wit was he
From womb to tomb.
With me on his gnarly knee
Tweed told me once he’d seen
A snake come forth from horse hair in the trough.
This truth
Was absolute
In my youth:
The hair was there
& then the snake. . .
Now I am old
& my food tastes snakey
Just like Tweed said it would
If ever I doubted.
My faith is dead.
Even buttered biscuits taste
Like snake.

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