Night of the scorpion

Night of scorpion 

I remember the Night my mother was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours of steady rain had driven him to crawl beneath a sack of right.  Parting  with his poison flash of diabolic tail in the dark room he risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of flies and buzzed the name of god a hundred times to paral the evil one . With candles and with lanterns throwing giant scorpion shadows on the sun baked walls they searched for him he was not found. They clicked their tongues. With every movement that that the scorpion made his poison moved in mother blood. They said. May he sit still' the said.may the sins of your previous birth be burned away tonight they said. May your suffering decrease the misfortunes of your new birth they said. May the sun of evil balanced in this unreal world against the sun of good become diminished by your pain, they said May the poison purify your flesh of desire! And your spirit of ambitious they said and they sat around on the floor with my mother in the center, the peace of understand  on each face. More candles,