What Crawls Underneath - Atrox

As this path was never

Meant to be trodden by man

These flowers have been

Nurtured for none’s eyes

These pebbles have never

Been washed ashore These

Inner organs have never

Been exposed to light

Hyperion and Mimas orbit

For the pleasure of none The

Marmot whistles for none’s

Ear The acrobat performs in

His invisible-suit and mind’s

Eye has never met anyone’s

Glance None has tore off the

Moss to see what crawls

Underneath Or lifted the veil

Drained the pools

Dissolved the bloodstains

None has unriddled my

Archaic smile Or turned the

Russet key in my feeble lock

But someone might have

Been scratched by the claws

And impaled on the spears

And pierced by the thorns

And the needles

And the stings