Her eyes thrown skywards
murmuring words to me, the wind.
Her copper toes digging at the sand
she has found what she is looking for
a snivelling little snake
with a last glance to the heavens
she strokes its copper back
places it on her chest
taking her final breath.
The asp lay shivering on her breast
I coaxed it away and stirred up the golden sand
covering the silent body
hiding it from the man