He’s conversing with the little bird
and saying he finds it quite absurd
that such a handsome chiselled face
should find itself in such a place
bodiless and laid so low
legless with no place to go
when once he stood so proud and tall
just outside the garden wall
until a tornado came around
scooped him up then dropped him down
and since then he’s just not complete
he’s lost his torso and his feet