In morning’s sward gray sky, a large goose scans seaward; then suddenly majestically lifts into the sodden air: a molecular being winged and blood-bidden, beholden to the wild mushrooms dawning, after a storm. Like a hung-up halgard, an empty jacket hangs on a branch. Decapitated and face down burials of "the dangerous dead" or the targeted bodies of children? Sky Water Bird Fifty-five years since he leaped into the pond his poems swimming upward.