A circle of deflated quwi surround this extended rat-faced snake, yet not a single one pierced—poisoned, yes, bitten, no.
And now comes the farmer, machete wielding, farm communityjustice wielding, standing swinging over glutted serpent which
raises an wishedfor hand, sly smiling – my teeth are clean –
Quwi in hand, no marks no teeth, I should say but
obese ophidian?