Evolved into a whorl, dead right forMe – my home, my world: my everything -It serves to save my flesh: preserve from gnawOf noxious beast, that satiate would flingMy shell away, its purpose done, then sleepA while and dream of how, so skeletalIn inner support, unseen things creepTo feed on it, falling like a petalBut … More A snail pays homage to its shell