Shout

The eyes flicked about aimless
The fists tightened and relaxed spasmodic
The legs shook, sometimes vigorous, sometimes lazy
The back flexed, curved then straight like a rod then curved again,
A bow ready with an arrow to shoot
A nerve ready to break out of the skin playing its wild music at the small of a temple
A long shadow on the wretched body, cut it in half
half dead, half alive.