The snake charmer’s flute
Began its song long ago
Before the snake was even born.
The cobra is majestic, shy and cautious
The only snake that builds a nest.
And the basket wasn’t even weaved yet.
The two did not know their destiny before it evolved to greet them.
That night, it was going to be
Training time.
The basket was open.
She was swirling around, quietly
Waiting for the moment
When vibrations would hit her flesh.
He began to play
He wasn’t sure if she’d come
Tame or deadly. Happy or afraid.
As the notes swirled
In the gyres of space
Equal measures hint a trance,
She sprung out, her wings wide open
Gaze in concentration
Tongue moving, hissing throat in low vibrations.
Time froze, but the flute went on.
Time froze, and the dance began.
Time froze the time to make amends.
The Female Form in ultimate dominion will rise
And she will bring demise
To the one who fears her,
And she will heal the one who knows
The song resonating with a wisdom
Of three thousand years, before its tune disappears
Into a future of impotent computer engineers.
donika emille 