There was a time. It was a mug, a check
with a dollar sign. A moustache on a bird.

You ever seen a bird scattered on the
neighbor's roof? Static bone, the physics.

On a battlefield, a guy on a stretcher, knee up
and dying, a shattered femur. You trip

face-first onto the bone. He wants to be that
splinter, piercing your eye. The marrow, the bone.