Any old wood/ the marriage contract+ evening music /emotional regulation.

 In the afternoon I walked the river bottom, past the brutal stubs of an ever increasingly blackened graveyard of trees. The Spanish with their cruelty. The left shavings of mindless stabs at nature. Irreverence.  It is like seeing rotting whale carcases, big old bleaching bones moving like gaping wounds up through the earth, with their blackened steeped tangles. They will not and cannot rot away. Instead Thrusting out in violent opposition, to whatever that was done. There is no dignity, with these deaths. They stain the earth. They indict man, with their left over hauntings. Like violator's rubble that Cant move or hide it's self. Each one of those knobbly rheumatic, hacked off fists accuse with their now blunt limbs. They lumber against the murder of their kind, and all the brutality that has been visited upon them. I walked the sand in a single line, collecting what was left. Following the march away from death. Past the gaping lines, of halting winter. A pock marked mouth, of leafless dreams, now all that 's left. I found a new way home. Some other quarter. Steep with eyeless sentries. Looking past the chaos of the river bottom, with the occasional painted crown. Rows of folly upon a censured hill. The dogs howling far off ,punctuating the climb. Ascending with the rise, past black faced inquisitive goats , behind mesh and wonder. The smell of their nature carrying with my thoughts. Back into civility, above and beyond the gloss. Back into the dainty and petite of white washed walls, and European cars, with a Japanese exhaust. These are strange people, heartless somehow. Definitely closed. Ham strung together in their clannish pride. I the outsider. Nature, even with her abrupt, cruel brutality, is the only thing that reaches me. I with my different walk. In the evening there was music and a movement of words, the last capture away from the winter. A sacred marriage contract made. The start of a commitment. The night Crowned with the wood that I had carried up from the bottom. Dead, old boned Wood that burned to fire. MB