A black, skinny naga,
Skinnier than the skinniest maggot
Or worm, crept from the jungles of Narmada
To the sands of the Arabian Sea.
A purple wave, foamy and mighty
Squashed against its skinny skin, pressing
The twat into a rock, where it groped
For hope, but found a hermit carb’s home.
A brown, hungry turtle gulped him down
Tottered to the seabed for a little nap
Where it died, and out came the naga,
Slithering and skittering from the shell
A grey shark came along, swiping
Its malicious teeth at a deformed wahoo
In whose heart coiled the serpent, feasting
Entrails now dead, and poisoned the Shark too.
A sable serpent grew silently in the sea
Thickening its waters with acidic juice
All the fishes, all the mermaids, all the seaweed
Prayed the naga to Fuck-off, but she didn’t.
A white lightning struck the waters one night,
Striking a manta ray’s tail sticking out
Of the naga’s mouth like its tongue, electrifying
The serpent and the sea, killing one while redeeming the other…