The scissors hissed.

it had a calming effect on deirdre, taking her back to her spool-a-day youth

the children in dirty blue tunics

Mrs Craft, knitted out of wool

the wiry hairs pulled out long and thick

Fear is in his fingerprints.

Finger and thumb deep in the eyes, he thought of Gloucester

there, in the metallic silence after the snip, there, in the silence of flowers

          breathing at home

the leopards kissed,

then kissed again, loins stirring like a people liberated

until Saturn, snip snip, took over the golden age

where Heraclitus didn’t make the cut

as they pierced the flesh and broke in two

unscrewed blades to never snip again nor snipe

the snipers sniped, the scissors scissed.

So that’s final, it seems. But the story’s not ended —

another pair of scissors snip, in a cave where three women weave, a thread

spun from the first conscious breath

but whose thread woven on the shuttle of a mouth?

Mouth, wipe, and cut. Cut splashed with mouth, footsteps echoing through

         the chamber, to the lips, trips and falls.

Snip, snip, snip and i felt the p[ain

and more pointedly, the question: why is it a pair of scissors,

         when half of it is not a scissor on its own?

in theory perhaps it is; scissor and scissor as in soul and mate

	looked upon by jealous gods, scissors split becomes just a blade that

        can thrust and scrape

but cannot snip and clip, trim the bits with a clickity click

Yet torn and spineless, I know there is only one longing between us all

and that is to ride like a rebooted de Groot and open all events with fire and

        gusto before the cling wrap men

smother the stars

Cut the moon with the scissors, into bite size pieces for the leopards.

	Will wool chunks be enough

to plug their mad chortling?

There was a rumour that the plug had been pulled on

Evolution still-in-progress

so snip the human race into sterility and then