Snake Roundelay

Limbless, toneless being
Who lives under a rock
No, it isn’t queer
To exist without year
No house with a lock
Nothing quite dear
Limbless, toneless being
Nor of good cheer
Mindless, not minding
Its wet forest drear
To slither and bear
Limbless, toneless being
Soul of wet sock

Roundelay

To sleep
perchance to
be a heap
perhaps of
stones to
relieve
mayhaps
a comma
of night
to paper
hold for
true to
build somehow
stone to
breath to
sound to
incarnate
as deer
fled through
branches
to bend
to will
to wake
the sound
of ache
to follow
though to
dawn
as cold
mind to
bother to
unhood
the eyes
unhook
the branches
that held
to writhe