Silent Echoes

from distant shores
of civilization
deaf to the tones
no empathy in a snakes belly
I slither across the open field
death is close
if not for the time machine
that saves evil spirits
I offer the virgin an apple
she seems wizened to my ways
lights dimmed
she cuts me in two
I ponder if my musings are also divided
fear envelopes me
as the crowds in the stands cheer
for now I am dead
simple