Dark diamonds of flesh
taut and still, so still
waiting in heated anticipation
for any nearby movement
which will sate the hungry emptiness
born of sun-warmed
and eons-old reptilian neurologies.
There is no evil in the narrow yellow eye slits
nor in the coilspring-tight body ready now to lunge
The quick pointing scarlett/black tongue is not
pointing there, there, and there
in malevolence
nor in split-seconds of greed beyond need.
There is no evil here in this
spring warmed shale bedrock
where waits the winter-hungry snake.
It is only the still point
of the universe
in the throes
of New Creation
The First Morning 