That Old Rattlesnake Moment
She wriggles into her bedroll
snugbugrugged into rock-cleft
but still flouncey and haughty:
hero and heroine mutual attraction
hidden behind spitfire spats on a serpentine trail.
Then it happenss –
and in the very next frame
coiled rattler rears and glares shuddering ssspite.
She recoils and does the headlit rabbit pose.
Out comes his gun: unerring shot sparks dark,
instant bullet silencing rattle, deadly aim into sssleek head.
Woman and man fall into each other’s arms. Finally.
many rattlesnake moments are not so glaring:
hmmm…war, lust, loneliness, drink or drug –
till in the very next frame eternal it’s she and he,
or he and he or she and she: all sssuccumb.
rescue, even redemption, money, fear of self,
a conditioned head or a conditioned heart –
Isss thisss the sssound of your rattlesssnake moment…?
Ted Eames, 2018