And the deer

With limbs, severed,

But held together

By stone and string,

Slowly disfigures itself.

Her head leans into her chest,

With legs folding into themselves.

Thus, she stands

Crippled and in wait.

She is crazed!

Hurry, go on,

Tell it what to do next.

Grab and tug at the fool,

The one with a catatonic gaze

Will she unravel?

Tell it not to.