With a glass rose enclosed
Coiled round by a sleeping serpent
You said start from here
And carefully remove the rose
Without smashing the glass
Or waking the snake
Draw it out by degrees
Only using your eyes
Letting the roots of the rose
Slowly devour the tightening
Body and blood of the snake
As it rises up through the glass
Weightless and red
A gift to the dead
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