this wiggly neck is the neck of gooses who have long bird necks and barking  duck-neck birds birds make the noises panic because babies need protections and vibrating gun-bullets the scum of dawn mist slips on my country-pond cheek igniting new sunlight quenching drunks now lizards eat the goose eggs snakes bite the shells of  duck eggs the eggs dry on the rocks, passengers to dry husks wiggling neck is also a skeleton _ _ A few loose images from NY NY Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved the scum of dawn