Prayer of the Serpent

With suppleness of motion
I make this supplication
For I have no hands or cry to raise
Or knee to bend
And though my bite
May grant some rest, I thank you
That I carry nothing quite
So venomous as the fear and hate
That runs through human veins
And while they show no mercy
To the one that shares the curse
I pray that you remind them
It is on the ground from which they came
And often stumble
That I so smoothly glide
With each lithe curve and bow
I praise you and thank you for this prismed skin
That catches rainbows from the sun that swims
In your blue-lake heaven
Where once I flew

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