Snails

Who, earthbound, slimed
And doomed to slide
Below the black
Of winter’s rimed

And rainsoaked sky,
Suction cups with eyes,
And without a single other knack
To recommend them, still

Carry on the back
Of their sluggish, ugly hell
An inconceivable
And haunting shell.

San Francisco
May 24th, 2008

Redone Kailua
June 9th, 2008