Eel

Beneath the ice
An eel slipped through the murk
Mouth bigger than the world.

The man watched and shivered
In the face of what he’d become.
His mind could not respond.

His body had to be coerced
By something other
Or be abandoned

His legs, heavy and traitorous, began
To bisect dreamless streets.
He still looked down

Caressing the blade
Whispering in his pocket.
His eyes were eventually drawn

By scaffolding and cigarette packets.
By pipework: the earth opening up.
Railway sidings at dawn:

The tenacity of dandelions!
He failed at first to recognise
This emerging appetite.

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