Random poems written during random fourth dimensions - Part 2

UPON SEEING A DEAD SNAKE

Vast open space
and a dead snake
beneath the dead blue sky
lying close to the guilty stone that killed it – gravity its ally
the hiss of the wind cutting across the weapon of murder
ghost of the dead? or a requiem for the dead?
hungry ants and angry beetles
attend the funeral in the hot sun
the slithery skin glistens fiercely
its reflection creating stars for the night
in the dead blue sky, when the blue sky dies
the sight fills me with wonder and disgust
death of ferocity, violence ‘crushed’ by a ‘gentle’
boulder, nature keeping a check on the unchecked
disgust – futility, dying without love, without love
I walk faster, my body washed with a shiver
I have work to be done, loved ones to be loved more
tears, hugs and warm kisses.