Nature's Occurence

I’m, at all times, peeling eyes
for the cult that worships Lucifer’s limbless form.
I picture them under the roots of ripped up trees,
under sidewalk blocks after storms,
blending camouflaged among piles of ragweed.

It is the same creature that wants to devour a rat, you the rat.
It wants to slide you slowly underneath it’s spine.
I deny it to feed, but 
it will never starve
it will stay coiled around my aorta,
and slip into my bloodstream,
when it pleases,
when it pleases.

There is no basket, box, or cage 
that will hold it. A hole 
the size of it’s narrow jaw is all it needs,
and it will escape and you will find it in the bathroom.

I cannot put it in a terrarium,
because through the glass you all will see it,
and know what I fear you suspect.

It will shed it’s skin,
and underneath, it will be the same snake.