Molted Transubstantiation
A Neon Twilight & Branded Demons Poem
During rattlesnake migration,
Damnation’s the reward.
Out here in the desolation,
Creation comes unmoored.
Desert stars bleed like spilled whiskey-
Amber against the black.
The Way ain’t no longer Milky,
Twists like a diamondback.
Venom becomes spiced libation.
Mutation molds the horde.
Serpents chant their veneration-
Elation for their Lord.
Blue grama stalks spiral misty,
Roiling atop hard pack.
The stale night air waxes crispy,
Under vile zodiac.
Pit vipers finish gestation.
Spallation’s fruits outpoured.
Irradiated oblation.
Liberation explored.
All their earthly scales are shed,
For saturnine skin instead.