The blood
unravels
from that body
like a murmured
rumor passed
from one ear
to another,
its sense
a dropped call
in a game
of telephone.
That body,
it quivers—
& as a hair
unsettles
in a mare’s
tidal mane
or a feather
slips free
from the belly
of a wading
duck,
some day
deep within
the coming
spring
shakes loose.