The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Antivenin

At literary distance
writer conjures deadly menace,
let’s say, a cobra,
enthralls it with his flute
makes it do his bidding
in the comfort of his mind
at home
between the bedroom and the kitchen,
both warm enough and well supplied.
His pen holds antivenin
to neutralize creation’s toxin.
No matter . . .
no snake can strike that far.
Besides, what he writes,
he can write away.

 

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