Song of the Millipede — Summary

Dave BontaCheerful

International Rock-Flipping Day 2010

I lived like a hundred-legged king in the faceprint of an idol who followed my every move. What drew me to that house made of twilight, whose rooster swelled like an ingrown toenail trapped between toe & shoe & never flew? With floor turned ceiling, where would the weather vein? What rod would rout the lightning root? Unreal estate no bank would back, underwritten only by undertakers, each inch of space had been stolen from a grave. From time to time, I caught the musky scent of soured hope & snuffled for Persephone at the foot of the missing stairs.

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The epigraph suggests the speaker is a millipede, living under a rock that someone has flipped over. The poem treats that small, dark world as a strange, unsettling house. Everything is upside down: the floor has become the ceiling, so a weather vane and lightning rod no longer make sense. The "idol" with a "faceprint" that follows the millipede's moves may be the human face looming over the exposed creature, though that is an inference from the imagery.

The mood is eerie, darkly comic, and a little mournful. The speaker calls the place "unreal estate" and says its space was "stolen from a grave," which links the soil with death. The rooster image is awkward and uncomfortable, like a toenail pressed inside a shoe. Near the end, the speaker catches the smell of "soured hope" and sniffs for Persephone, the myth's queen of the underworld, at the foot of stairs that aren't there. The tone feels like longing mixed with unease: the speaker searches for meaning in a place built from loss.

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