Green husks of snakes
tremble in the moonlight.
A flatulant phallus bemoans
the lack of freedom to move.

Serpent most queer!

Terrible eyes quiver
and shake like earthquakes.
Never to be told is the lie
that the cicadas keep in their heads.

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