We walked up to him and he raised a thick stick horizontally across our chests, he pushed. we stopped, faces close. dribbling and twitching in his eye a little. nervous and excited, aroused. fierce guard always hated. loathsome and smelly, like a randy dog.
At 12 o’clock midnight the shaker awoke. covered in sweat and already dribbling. it would be like this all day long. ceaseless noise apparently, in-between his ears. he would occasionally grimace: ‘shut up,’ when all was silent.
he came looking for sugar and found beets the goat was chewing what looked like a foot though it was a root of an old stump pulled from the ground by a bull tractor skirting by the old bleeding yard his mouth drooped when he only found beets
Dear darling nowhere sugar follow beet trail leading to death's destruction solid fall away liquid fall away fire burn air smoke all gone white red black blue themeless concentration
small quarry injured but robust shook off the crippling pain legged it long and short never again back home until tomorrow
bottle of petrol bananas and a water bottle