the wine dries,
dried blood smells like wine,
a snake twists round an old trellis outside
green as greed and glistenin’
like dancer's skin,
he lies with a knife
under his pillow, a knife lied
in his bed
a snake twists round
a broken bannister outside
and I can feel its slither within my head
curling around the past
every thought every thread
swallowing me whole
needle through a hedge
we didn't build the maze
we were just born in it
wandering its endless corridors
with tired eyes
frostburnt coals
