The soft, sweet, sounds of Spring
sang smoothly in Sarah's ear.
But silently slithered the Snake
that sought to sell her son to
the Spartan for a small sight of
Serphim.
And sparing only her senses,
she set up on the Snake.
Stepping so, she severed
the serpent's head, saving the
soul for her soup.
And spread it forth onto the sand to be
swept away by the sea
leaving only
the Sins of Man.
(c) 1991
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