my war horses stirred in his presence
they began to snort and stomp
shying away from the fence line
their ancient wisdom
sensing evil

he shyly admitted the beasts
never much cared for him

a shadow fell from the peach tree
over my heart
knowing what was to come

time proved him
to be a snake fully engaged
in the act of eating himself

tail in mouth

the O he makes
becoming smaller and smaller

soon all that will be left of him

is an asshole turned inside out