A thousand tiny tongues licking,
Taste the skin,
Metallic voices ringing, pierce venom in.
Cooling greens – pool out, stain.
This venom counters venom already causing pain.
The tongues taste deep,
Lick the wounds below,
Pain sterilized, brought out to light,
So healing skin can grow.
And the scars repair externally,
To ameliorate the soul.