MYNAH DREAMS HIMSELF INTO A STATUE

and when he came he lopped off the beginning

along with the feet in favour of the here and now

and when he came he repeated something quietly

in the empty room I built a skeleton

and he dreamt a piece of fabric to attach his broken wing

and when he understood he was a statue the sea was a bathtub

he couldn’t enter and the rest was draped with sheets

he laid his shadow on them

and under pressure he was stripped and stripped again not knowing

how to lift the sheets to ruin the imminent surprise and he repeated

      hollow

and this became the dream his dream in which I did not allow him

      to speak

and the dream in which I imagined him speechless before me

and he repeated I am something

awaking on a back seat and who will swear the statue not accountable

the dream not accountable my tongue his

tongue an antenna and then

who will call out

and calling out who will answer