"In a mess of twined legs, suction cup splayed.
It lay still in its transparent cave curled up
in a bed of glass with walls to flex against.
A bishop has been in the news lately for a hit and run,
but he wasn't caught until the morning
after so no one knows if he was drunk.
Now as community service, he visits the sick
and reads last rites.
Strangers leave death threats on his answering machine."