Snailpoetry by Andrew Roberts

Nacktschnecke, or 
Slug on the Banks of Green Willows.
 
Gliding, 
The beautiful body 
Of the naked snail 
Endears the earth. 
Smelling, 
My body 
Contaminates 
Existence. 
Intense self hatred. 
A vehicle takes my body 
For burning. 
Death. Decontamination. 
Last time someone has to touch me. 
The earth is cleaned. 
The beautiful body 
Of the naked snail 
Endears the earth, 
As green willows grow 
In memorial to my non-existence.

Schneckenhause (snail house) and the curious snail 

The curious snail was feeling the world with his foot, 
his feelers and his long eyes when he sensed disaster 
and rapidly withdrew his soft self into his hard shell, 
and repelled the outside by filling the opening with emotional foam. 
 
When winter comes he will hibernate with a thick membrane 
across that opening. 
But now is the time for cautious exploration. 
Soon a feeler, an eye, a foot tentatively emerge from the foam 
to see what is going on. 

(c)by Andrew Roberts

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