Steem-Pocalypse Poetry Day 8--Round 2

Tethered

I saw the snake spirit passing on,
going somewhere I can’t have gone.
Animal heaven, I guess.
I didn’t pass muster with the rest.
Maybe there’s something I can do
to eventually get beyond the blue.

I guess I’d eat it, if I could.
Choke it down, head under hood.
Cooked, of course, only way to eat garter.
Good thing we had a magnesium fire starter.
I wonder what happened to our stuff?
Hope someone’s using it, but not the one that killed us.
He’ll go to hell, if I have my say.
Maybe that’s why I’m stuck here today.