Excavations

I know it’s going to take some kind of miracle to get what I want this time.
I dug out the burrows
And now I know what’s down there
And it’s the most frightening thing I’ve ever seen –
Two eyes
Bright glazed ice
Forked tongue smelling my regret and fear
Recoiled
And hard silver impenetrable scales under my scrutinizing light
Warning me to stay out of those
Windows
Again

I’ll go
And tell the others about you
And you’ll know what I mean.