Poem: "Against the Flying Serpents"
Against the Flying Serpents
If I had
never existed, what would stand
in my place?
More lilies or roses?
Dulce
María
Loynaz, “Digression”
In my place
a new river.
A new snake wriggles
out of the mud bottom of the river,
mouth sore
from the bulging sac of venom.
In my place
more ibises,
the birds
that Moses launched against the flying serpents, according to Josephus,
that the
Egyptians launched against the flying serpents, according to Pliny the Elder,
sacred
missiles, fighting chronicles.
Infestation—
a termite
colony in a grand piano.
Green fire on
a brick wall. Film of ash on the drinking glass.
Peacocks singing
in the Botanic Garden.
If you had
never existed, you had never existed,
the sky at
night chides.
There would
be no place to fill.
I retort,
If I had
never existed, I would have to be made up,
like a name
for the light that streams through a keyhole in an old house
and flaps its
wings.
Who ever
believe a sky without keyholes called stars?
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