hiss

a throbbing pulse pumps and pounds at walls of flesh and blood, 
a sack of scaled beasts emerge in bile that bubbles and bursts,
spilling forth from the sallow nest and steaming in the winter dusk,  
to slither and soil the sons of us, a surreptitious schism is thus.

viscous heads hiss and spit as fangs announce their presence,
snakes and serpents sneer and curse the sins of their existence. 

the sailing soulless sense the heels
of the credulous spirit,
as forked tongues snipe and slaver 
slicing across the surface,
to taste the warmth of copper 
and slug the sweetest sauce,
a kiss from venomous servants, 
slaves without remorse.