Paikin's Song

So He But Bit

So he but bit
Sahla himself
The would be hero
Stricken suddenly
As the snakelike thing
Had venom fast
To sicken such
Like the aforementioned

And dizzily he stood
Quickly losing
His right good thinking
And coming to feel
Oh so sick
And close to the dying
With pain about
The whole of his body

Oh God
What be this
The end of all
Or but a fork
Sharply poking me
On a road of misery

I wish I knew
Like when it would end
Either the pain
Or my everything
For then I could focus
On that clear time
And not just be
By this beset

But no answer came
And he only felt him worse
As he but fell him hard
Upon the ground
Both cold and dirty
And crawling more
With lots of bugs
So eager to taste
His sickened flesh

Charles Petrie