"The Snake Pit - Poetic Voices"
August 19. 2001, 6:38 p.m.

This is a Poetic Voices Collab project.

August 2001 Project:

August's project is to write a poem, any form, on the following topic. As always, the topic is completely up to your interpretation.

That topic is: Fury

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The Snake Pit

Morning traffic on urban freeways
snakes through the city. Vipors in a rush to meet the angry red eyes of tail lights in bottleneck.

The descant of blasting horns puncuate loud growls of mufflers and engines. While Mack trucks, those wyverns on rampage, snort and spew out heavy grey smoke.

Morning traffic on urban freeways. The snake pit of the employed, repeats itself daily and rages against itself in fury while eating it's own tail.

The destination is met in the center of the city and the snake sheds its skin and the people emerge only to disappear into boxes of buildings for the rest of the day and they wonder why they can hardly say "Good Morning".

Copyright © 2001, C.Weber

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