StoneDog/KillPoachers/Witless

Constricted throat anaphylaxis or conda?
 Asphyxiated either way pet stoat trembles in his cage Black mamba slithering under the couch
 Banded krait enter stage left
 Boomslang hidden somewhere else in the house
 Rinkhal crept up through the pipes
 Yellow chin of Latin America in the master bed
 Pit vipers of all types twisting through they’re warheads
 Looking underfed and angry with fangs like spears
 Saw scaled machinery turning gears
 Rearing up defensive posture hood open
 Antivenin vial broken 
 Asp soft spoken
 Victims groaning
 Adder hiss a rasp 
 Diamondback curled up rattling fast
 Medusa draws a bath
 Lays in it and laughs Black-headed strangler not seen but felt
 Talking to herself Wearing her revenge like a mask
 Wine glass filled with oceans and pills
 A prophesied potion of illness and shibboleths
 The house is a mess Shed skin sink into the depths Amorality is a lifestyle incoherence is a sin When the house always wins there’s no crime but to let it happen Blasphemy comes from the rim brimstone in cisplatin
 Dancing over cadavers and engine parts wrapped in skin
 Muscle atrophy malnourished too thin
 The holy land paved over with strip malls and gas stations The house always wins The shivs on my person are just fashion I promise
 Termites over-feasting now we vomit
 In the aftermath not even the cockroaches’ll write sonnets