And suddenly you
Have not a word to say for yourself.
Only a little knife, a small incision,
A snickety nick in the brain
And you drop off, like a polyp.
Only a crumb of fungus,
A pulp of mouldy tinder
And you flare, fluttering, black-out like a firework.
Who are you, in the nest among the bones ?
You are the skyest bird among birds.
" I am the last of my kind."
Ted Hugues, Cave Birds. An alcheminal Cave Drama, The Viking Press, New York, 1978.