Nobody talks about saving Naja ashei,
big-headed Sub-Saharan hussy
plops her eggs
on the local vegetation;
their rot is her gain.
She spits for several hours
contracting muscles around her
grooved fang.
Enough snot to kill fifteen men,
she sprays savagely;
her love is necrotizing.
Nobody turns away from Naja ashei,
her pale slender belly swivels
on the pole of a stranger’s tree.
She’s an arboreal acrobat,
never dry,
her fine rain burns freely
spreading legions
faster than daybreak;
her show,
all vertigo,
straight jets to wide eyes,
pulsing paralysis,
before she graciously
lets her victim die.
No one is nastier than Naja ashei.
Forceful, fierce, plucky,
she rears up undisturbed
to take a bite,
if not a sucky.
Deadly damage in her aim
she disfigures the damned
as they scream her name.
A dark fate,
it’s always too late;
her poison spreads
among unweeded garden beds,
and while the tourniquet
drains the veins,
be prepared to amputate.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
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