Saturday, September 10, 2016

Pampas glimpses




The country was dead flat
dead flat and featureless

dead       flat
dead
flat       . . .   . . .   . . .


And:

heaps of bones,    picked white by the ants,
by the ants
by the ants       ants
ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants
ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants
ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants


[Evelyn Waugh, reporting from Brazil, 1932;
the original lines have been massaged  by our crack team of accredited editors.]

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