Maria Theresa Ib, Center for English, University of Southern Denmark Kolding.
SCORPION Black as the mood can be, you fled across the sands and seas of time, committing words and suicides to save your life. Although your blood was red and warm and you were human, you were born into a shell like Samsa till your swan song flung its tail and stung. Alas it lashed too long, it was too talented and strong. You perforated your own head, scorning it with bane and the will to live bled out of it again: a sieve, dense with ill-timed silences— one small, accounted accident and all was spent.Copyright Maria Theresa Ib 1999 Used by permission, all rights reserved.