A baby rattlesnake
Is not the same thing as a baby
With a rattle.
And the walking dead
Are not just fodder for a popular
Is a brood of vipers,
A coral snake when you make it king,
And it creates dead out of the living.
We all know how
This story ends:
With an embrace
Tight as a boa constrictor,
While the unsuspecting
“I love you, too.”
This poem was inspired by a prompt that my friend gave to me: When I had run out of poetry ideas, he suggested that I “write a poem that involves dramatic irony, zombies, and a baby rattlesnake. The words I love you must be stated.” I definitely had fun with this, even though the subject matter turned out to be serious! This poem is also for DVerse OLN #203.