A missing party member, thirteenth of twelve ‘tis true.
Recognized as one of eighty eight, and one of forty eight, too.
Upon a circling plane is where this one makes a humble home.
A brother to his brothers but unacknowledged, all alone.
Caught ‘twixt the arachnid and a therianthropic mate
No prescient warnings offered concerning business, love or fate
Abandoned so on purpose? Some tragic, huge mistake?
Homage to Seurat’s pointillism, “Man Who Holds The Snake.”
(one word)