In some versions, the dead bodies become a kind of reef. Life accretes. Swallows and wind-lost moths harbour in the folds of their bodies, building nests of stolen tobacco and pubic hair. Slow-flying pelicans graze the sluggish currents, mouths wide and filtering, gripping slippery sparrows from oozing vapour, slow and graceful as whales. Albatrosses, wingspans of fifteen feet or more. Lammergeyer that blot the sun, feathers smooth as polished brass.the wood of suicides
Elbio opened the corral gate and tugged at the horse. She saw the two other horses and did not want to go in. I stood behind her, out of kicking distance, and swung the rope and made the clicking sound. She jerked her head to see what was behind but she did not move forward.
“Hit her with the rope,” Elbio said.
I whipped her gently on the hindquarters and she shuddered.
Elbio pulled at the rope tether but she did not move.
“Hit upon her with strength, Jesse.”butch cassidy
The first thing to go was the door. “This’ll burn for heaps long!”, Gordy had exclaimed. As such, whenever he needed anything else from our unit he could only lean in through the splintered doorframe and call, ‘Knock knock!’ ‘Don’t mind if I take this camera, do ya?’ ‘Got any moisturiser? Hand cream or that? For the Missus, I mean!’ – Etcetera.
It was a strange time.decolony