snail

snail

back curled
and tourmaline.
your infinite,
soft stroked hatchings
remind;
bring forth
whispered remnants,
from another time.

your dawn pavement,
now faces an onslaught-
an unbroken line, of
humankind,
stretched into a distance
so grey.

rubber footed slider,
weaving between
footfalls,
given to gliding,
on a film of rainwater, as

all the while, your
coiled and brittle casing,
faces the danger
of shellshock.