“Snakes at the Farm” by Kevin O’Shea

by on 04/12/12 at 9:05 am

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On a log soggy with mushrooms like ears
a copperhead lay sunning, till our sound
drained off into the leaves that rot to dirt.

Looking for snakes, I found one in the dirt.
Swallows were hunting flies above the ears
of corn, which grow to keep the family sound.

Grandpa said, “See that snake. Don’t make a sound.”
I slipped my boots into the plowed-up dirt
to chase the coiled snake. It hissed in my ears,

a dead sound, as if ears had filled with dirt.


Ernest Hilbert

Ernest Hilbert is founder of E-Verse Radio.

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