What are these nightmares, so wildly colored? We're in every movie we see, even in our sleep. Not that we can become what we fear most but that we can't resist ourselves. The grizzly attack; after that divorce and standing outside the school with a rifle so they can't take my daughter Anna. By god! Long ago in Kenya where I examined the grass closely before I sat down to a poisonous lunch, I worried about cobras. When going insane I worried about cobra venom in Major Grey's Chutney. Simple as that. Then in overnight sleep I become a lordly cobra, feeling the pasture grass at high noon glide beneath my stomach. I watched the house with my head arched above the weeds, then slept in the cool dirt under the granary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY GOBLIN MARKET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER THE PLACE OF THE DAMNED by JONATHAN SWIFT |