Snakes and Latches

DaCapoDeath
Hebdomadal Hearing
Published in
1 min readJul 15, 2020
Photo by Anita Jankovic on Unsplash

Keys to doors,
Keys to chests.
Locks to treasure,
Locks to rest.

A silver latch
or a fine image to match.

Whatever it may be
using a keypad
fingers,
eyes or me.

Keys exist for a purpose
which, you may not know.
Poke and prod
and the snake may grow.

But agitated for too long
it will become uncurbed.
And whatever may be held
should never be disturbed.

- DaCapoDeath June (2/4)

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DaCapoDeath
Hebdomadal Hearing

I began writing poetry in 2015 as a release. Only started to get it all out there in 2020. ’A man sound in mind knocks in vain at the doors of poetry.’ Enjoy.