I swiveled my head then to find a deer
camouflaged by the leaves no longer there
“what should I do with someone’s silhouette?”

The two who stood there
and the two who saw them said
not what they said

Up from the gripping feet
through the twigs of the crooked legs … leaning
                 tensing the tail and ringing the bones

arching out of the fiat black sheen
of coffee table,
the six inch crystal dolphin:

Cunning, I discovered
Loss of legs an asset
To intricate motility.
I have little use

It isn’t easy. We work
without a goal. We have never followed
directions. Splicing together

My voice carries further, almost
All the way to the face, I go
But not forth, or I went suspended

I meant to wake up and had or had not
To the lines from an ordinary song
I saw my problem as that line

The men walk among ribs.
The glow they see by is rooted in the bones.
They have entered a cavity in the cliff,

That summer the sand rusted,
The twigs cracked more easily. A worker was sent for
To carry away broken pipes and in their place put