SNAKE? SNAAAAAKE

DOGS

[ the house, horses, an island ]
they raise their muzzles
up nothing passes       their mouths not
skin , weapon ; lazily i
come out from water am still wet in fact
everything began from water ; my feet
leave prints in snow + men follow themselves
curiously with Questions around them there
is choking , dragging ; the Dogs make sounds w
their Hound mouths it is  part of a Mythology
my i am – you cannot pour an entire human being into
            a wet-suit a ski mask a black shirt
            and expect them not to Kneel
            before metal gear + not make it just so full of holes .