This thing that sleeps beneath my house
like a long-dropped-unexploded bomb--
I do not know how deep it sleeps
or where it has come from.
This thing that stirs beneath my house
all tick-tick-tick-tick-tocking bomb--
I do not know how long it waits
or when it comes undone.
This thing that lives beneath my house--
Who asked it in, made it a bed?
I do not know how to make it gone--
or likewise make it dead.
