All the evaporated faces found solace in the soil, all the spear-tongued critics fed roaming hyenas. He enlisted assassins from churches and mosques. For him the long arm of state reaches everywhere and he circles the land with pointed steel. Thousands of executions prove his inaugural boast of peace as an array of still bodies, a cemetery with a busy stock exchange, a bloodpool chlorinated for a bath. His rule a great safari of poachers, a vast ward of diseased consultants, and a free market of dismembered bodies.
Ogres parade the streets in smart uniform.
Every day lingers with his infinite arm, everywhere throws up freshly savaged flesh, everyone yawns from the blood-laden air. Wherever we dug for safety, we dug into corpses. The picture of here from home is so different from the wilderness I de see night and day. I come back from work so dead I can't eat or sleep and before dawn I don get up to begin another slave day. I know my people hate me for telling the truth.