
A Snake of Rickshaws
onto the street, a meandering snake is there,
crawling, creeping in wayward wavelengths,
coiled with the lives of many being the skin of
this vagrant; venomous just for me because
I am a vulture of voluptuous veal, vying for
a guttural chord to escape my throat, to convey
the monotone of fear, that which resides, creeps
much like the snake of rickshaws does in my sight,
.
it is there right along my nerves, pulsating venom
through me, to its prey: the vinyl vessel of life
.
Photograph clicked 18 March’14.