I you someone

who does not know

what shape he has

or had

stands off and takes a slow look at

what he has hacked out of hard

wood a long time growing

and

sees there is a body old

bonepile stub arms a face and faces

stone-scars knotholes

blind

eyes aimed all ways wing-joints beak

gouges butts of branches

lopped some parts painted

rubbed now burn even words

or names cut knees mouths

fist a heart fins a wheel

the trunk

straight

its round

the thick

where he

let it be

and grow

this is the way he looks

to others he thinks after

he goes back inside and is again his totem.