i came upon the living head of georg trakl

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.