Grasstongue

i watch you slither away
in between the cracks of my mind
you're still alive in there
but somehow, dead within

and how graceful you do
just to leave my mind
like water dripping through canals

like the way you pull yourself
all the way back to the moor
the shore weeping, crying

all the way through the boat ride
the wind rippled
the water shivered
the motor was silent
the grass had hills to speak

and on top of it all
was left the silence
forking its way through the grass
snake's tongue

catching the dew