he survived the Battle of Grodek his body went on as usual negotiating the angles sudden trees, the marketplace no one noticed his head was missing though I came upon it one evening took it in my hands looked into twitching opaque eyes used the earholes rolled it like a bowling ball watched the colors go bouncing out and the last rat too sliding on the burnt blues it stopped right there at the river's edge I walked up to it neither of us moved neither said a word saw his body come riding in on the back of a deer watched the soft green ripples as the two went down waited for the silence to enter his open mouth.
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