Cubicle

serpents arise

from the pit hole

in the corner of the cube

ascending from the

abysmal shadows

of the floor

they claim the shelf

for their own

devious deeds

coiling around the feet

of the two faces

staring blankly

into the space

of the cube

in dust

and wasted time

the serpents are still

and silent under

the gray horizon

waiting for the mouse

to move