He swung the shovel vicious. It pierced the parched earth.
His calloused shaft taut. Her dales a fertile prospect.
He dug with dire expediency. Her hollowed earth prepared.
He slid the stiff in swiftly. His crime, her lust interred.
But trees have eyes, winds have tongues. These pierced the parched earth.
These slid the stiff out swiftly. These dales a fertile gossip.
He dug with raging urgency. Her hollowed earth disturbed.
They hid their skins in misery. Their lust, their crime interred.
Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Friday, February 7, 2014