Snakes and Knives

Snakes inside, winding, twining

Life come running, running down

Snakes inside, know no pining

o’er bloodied, hallowed ground.


Knives in steady hands cut meat,

slicing, slitting, stabbing,

and to a waiting mouth for to eat,

tearing, biting, jabbing.

Knives in steady hands I know

have cut not only beef and pork.

Knives in steady hands, now slow,

have done most awful, dreadful work.

The End

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