It is over almost before it begins: the blade drawn quickand deep across the throat, airexhaling softly from the trachea as the body slackens into its final posture.The mouth gapes. Its lips pucker into the meditative Oof a sunfish held snug as you work to free the hook. Morphinemade the sleep deep, and though darkblood …
did not disappear slowly, as some rivers do, paved over in a cracked laminate of asphalt and concrete, its flow dwindling into a thin necklace of puddles edged in phosphorous green. No. It just slipped away in the night.We walked out onto the bridge and peered to where weeds lay flat and lank as wet …