Warrior.
At times he remembers waking in the middle of the night,
dancing to sleep in the daylight.
The hole in his ankle among feathers, the inset.
Mountains and a stream that rose,
liquid in a tube up his legs on its own power.
The jewels far out falling from his wrists and fingers,
until it shot from his mouth a solid stream of light.
Eyes encrusted, he looked down the hole of his throat
and saw the white geese.
The occasional thatched roofs of the peasants.
The land passing below which now and then showed
the nail of a toe, a vein, the color, the shape of a foot
following.