The View

[Short piece from Morocco. Can you believe we’re still going with these? I know, right! Enjoy anyway…]

I walked through a valley with guns and dust on each side and skulls grinned from the ground and vultures grinned from dead trees.

I came to a cement plant and told the workers what I’d seen and they threw me into the mixer ‘to cast my lies in stone’.

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