He spits bits

of fat and flesh

into the fire–

to conspire,

with a smile,

something for you,

something askew:

a new line,

a new charm,

or warning hiss;

some new distress,

some fatal harm,

like twined snakes

upon a cross.

(May 27, 2019)

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