OUROBORE

Under what, a spell? Or,
what we assumed were some few who cared
what we did, and looked up to? We ate her,

ate them, spat, and spent the night failing
to please an idea of what might be true, later.

I mean to say that we worried, saw
the map and who’s lacking,
what we'd shackled ourselves to what’s bound to happen -

And with taken faces, they look sore.
We thought of them and they took more :
Most often the mirrors, then brothers, our wives,
and the stained heroes we’d gather to watch shutting doors.

Can’t bear it, I say,
Let’s drown ‘em,
for good.
So we watered each other and they starved us of food.
Turned swollen, verbose,
leaking out of our pores,
we drank up to our eyes and then spilled out some more.

It gets boring, Above us
the thing giggled and writhed 'til
we saw it was nothing and started inside.
Gripping sopped livers and squeaked in the feat,
we rusted our mouths despite wanting to eat, and
agreed on tomorrow, dripped into our beds,
and draped our wet blankets on top of our heads.