Spine turned on itself,
A corkscrew, ninety degrees,
Flesh stretched in agony,
Torn from the safety of need.
Mammal walked off kilter,
Adapting, as change decreed,
Half cocked from within,
A gun for the third scene.
Blast delayed to come
Patiently bulged, like with seed
Spine turned once more
Rotated into a new being.
