excerpt
But gimme a shady jungle and a can of Mulligan stew.
There’s lots of sky and sunshine wherever I chance to roam,
But how are you going to see them, if you always stay at home?
The men in white coats were passing out cigars when darkness fell
and everyone vanished. The tail lights of the President’s car disappeared
down the track. Three men came out of the orchard, running
toward Poodie, swinging clubs. They knocked him to the
ground and began hitting him. He rolled and twisted. The clubs
came crashing down. He tried to get up and run, but the men
grabbed his arms and legs and ran with him toward the river. His
back banged against rocks and stumps. He could feel blood running
down his face as they threw him. They watched, laughing, as
the current swept him away. He tried to swim, but the water rolled
over him. He began to sink, and a whirlpool pulled him down,
down toward the bottom.
Manolis Aligizakis 