By Thomas Davis
I’ve been considering the old snake lately. You know,
the one that got humanity thrown out of the Garden of Eden.
He, I wouldn’t call him an “it”,
convinced Eve that humans would become like God
if only they would eat of the fruit of knowledge.
When Eve ate, Adam followed,
and the two of them left the Garden feeling naked.
Our current old snake is rather pedestrian comparatively.
He believes he has been divinely blessed,
but God doesn’t really come into that.
What he seems to really want,
as he sort of said,
is for the world’s leaders to come and “kiss my ass.”
To achieve his goal,
he throws tariffs around like confetti
and then partially pulls them back,
crowing Victory! Victory!
while the leaders kowtow to him, buying time,
while they work behind his back
to reorder the world in a way
that benefits him and hurts the clown
that will always be a threat to him
as long as he’s able to spit poison
into the lives they have expected to live.
Snakes slither on the ground
while lifting their heads up in the air, of course,
so, our old snake doesn’t see what’s happening,
not really. He’s blessed.
In the meantime,
the richest country in the history of the world
faces the dystopian nightmare
our old snake has said we’re already living inside,
stoking grievance and division up as strongly as he can.
Those that have bitten into his apple
bless his blessedness,
and the rest of us keep looking around,
wondering how anyone can claim
the country’s strengths are a flaming mass of disaster
even as we are being overwhelmed by the disasters
the old snake is gleefully making.
