Skeleton ostrich wad...

Skeleton ostrich wades through fields in rib-bristled white crown splendour. Barriers like matchwood crumble into short-sawn spikes and with deep-hewn footfalls that reek of bone-ground dust she launches her empty prison into the next blank space.

Once, between these unfeathered spars beat blood and flesh machines as embodiment of resolution. And this one withered sac lies still now, for proof that though our hearts beat not, we are all, somewhere in our bones, alive.