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We vipers
each have a pair of venomous teeth.

When we decided
to build at last a community of men
we decreed that each of us would remove,
their pair of teeth.

Time went by
in shakedowns and readjustments
but something wasn’t right.

We discovered that each viper
now had 
three, or even four, venomous teeth.

The rest
those who had their teeth stolen
were gone.

I told the old buddy,
next time, if we decide to do it again,
he should take the teeth himself
and make them disappear, fail-safe. 
No matter if they call him an enemy of the nation, a chiliast, 
or some other abominable name,
the vipers.