The politics of tuna and watercress Red Plains, Africa Summer Stagnant eyes in dead hear, head sunken, fur burnt on skin. Finger points from a Rolex wrist.
Hand extends, with a snap drops a petite square of sandwich.
Catholic offering of tuna and watercress falls from grace. Diesel blooms in the air. Two continue an unmapped trip they will call scenic. Loose skin shakes from rib to rib dust in a halo around shank. Above the roar of third gear, a woman sneezes.