naked, he stands knee deep in warm wet
face learning tautness
tongue not yet broken to words' bridle
still bit between his teeth
pours water from bowl
to bowl to yoghurt pot
a ginger beer bottle wrestled bubbling down
then half full heavy, high, wobbling
is tipped up
till his prize, light embodied as a worm
falls with a splash, becomes as if it never were
but for the slip of hyroglyph drips
