poem for newt (1994) – this turned out to be prophetic

poem for newt (1994)

you
you rode into the palace on the backs of alligators
and bade them feast on all within
now
you are in the palace
and
they are still there, waiting for you in the moat

you
you loosed a swarm of bees to torment your enemies
now
they have forgotten entirely how to make honey
now
they are still there, waiting on your windowsill

you
you do not know what you have done
you
you invoked the hurricane
	and imagined that you were still sheltered
you
you called up the earthquake
	and forgot how close
        to the fault line you stood
you
you unleashed the hydra
       and fed it on fat pigs (who to be sure
       were ripe for slaughter)
but now
       the hydra is still hungry
and you
you will run out of enemies before it is satisfied

and it will be satisfied

and it will feast
and it will feast on the snakes
and skunks
and weasels
that rode into the palace clinging to your ankles

and it will feast
and it will take particular pleasure in feasting
on
newts
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