All the snakes in our mind
rise like cobras
from baskets of grass, or
flat heads parting dry stems
moving towards us.
Even the Yokuts tried
to tame them, or at the least
make peace with the dark
agents of the Underground.
All the snakes in our mind
rise like cobras
from baskets of grass, or
flat heads parting dry stems
moving towards us.
Even the Yokuts tried
to tame them, or at the least
make peace with the dark
agents of the Underground.




