As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep
the black river of himself.
The grain of his wrists is like bog oak, the ball of his heel
like a basalt egg.
His instep has shrunk cold as a swan’s foot or a wet swamp root.
Rainy morning productively spent mapping out bird weights in skittles. Goldcrests weigh the same as five skittles. FIVE SKITTLES! Even a greenfinch is well under the recommended portion size