Lost in the desert at night, a maze of stairs reveals the myth.
Neon sign, beside a paan-red smile, pairs—revealing the myth.
Clotho has ringlets, Lachesis slanted eyes, Aisa laugh lines,
Brings you out in my shirt
To serve us both heavy spoons of
since that day
under the fig
The old house stands still.
Rot has set in.
A flying termite caught in the webs of a dead spider, sway to the shrill of a ceiling fan.
All things sway.
Framed by mankind her voice turned raw.
For toxins had tainted ambrosia
and festered in her child to gnaw
framed by mankind, her voice turned raw