As the bird dipped his wings  into the stream
The womb will freeze
He sighs under the hollow sun
The blue bones turn and shift
Remnants of the  cord upturned and gray
As he  crawls gathering strings
With shivers his tailbone is contorted
A putrid button descending down
Motionless melting lungs fading remains
Silently the limbs lay
The feathers spread dancing with pain
As the suffering begins
He reflects the time regretting what could of been