The white python

The White Python

A white bolt dances across the sky,
Nature’s raw untamed power,
Lightning!
Casting the landscape in silhouettes.

A Boom! A Crack! 
Its partner follows suit.
Performers in an eternal dance.
A weapon of the Gods.
Yet mere men seek to tame it.

Rainmakers they call themselves,
Men of charms and drabs.
The white python has no master.
Wrecking carnage at its bidding
Does a snake ever bite its tail?

The’ boom announces its dance,
Its messenger, its fore runner.
They say fear is not a thing for men.
And so Okonkwo danced with the python,
And met his end.

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