I came upon the living head of georg trakl ray sweatman 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.