To Live Where No One Can Read Us

We believe obscurity

Will rescue us. In the end,

The neglected, buried hoard,

The enduring treasure wins.

Obscurity has a knack

For self perpetuation.

It’s like life, like that. Eels in.

The lineage carries on

Sometimes for being rarer

Than more widespread variants

Sunk together in the sands.

Narrow but continuous,

Serpents have survived the end

Of long-legged dinosaurs,

Of rapacious, flightless birds,

Of your gardens and your shame.