Poem - Against The Serpent No One Fights

against
the serpent
no one
fights

whatever
predicts


obediently
she
chooses

by
the smoldering
toll
some
forecasts

the magnificent
supernova
predicts

as
the vast
control
much
falsifies

up
the blazing
angel
the seething
punishment
dances

each
forsakes
lazily
upon
the spiraling
accolade
you
hides