A. Safroni-Middleton, Wine-Dark Seas and Tropic Skies…
“ They came from where the dead lay in their shrouds and could hear, with envy, these toiling spades as their comrades were buried by night—comrades, twice dead, released, at last, from their loathsome, rotting corpse, life’s hideous, bloated face, gaping, fleshless mouth and bulged, half-blind eyes. ”
