The Pumpkin Shell
cast her tonight
and there he kept her very well
alone
in her flat and tight
pumpkin
shell
siren to
men
siren to women
it is not so bad said the oracle
i can survive
this
compact,
man-made
prison cell
and
when i release
my headed snakes
the walls will fall
and they will hear music
as i glide
into the night
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