though when complete things are less fetid and foul
it helps if left uncovered for the sun’s pineapple golden rays to do their job, for the elements to commune with this immovable feast for maggots to have their fill
rain doesn’t necessarily get in the way of this inevitable decay, for the moisture does not tarry, on hairless felled apes
children go more quickly than soldiers (less bulk and not clad in such armor) but the most Herculean eventually succumb to songlike soft breezes and chemistry’s melodic dance
slowly, slowly in the wind listen, you will hear them though they utter not a word
"Slowly, Slowly in the Wind" is a Patricia Highsmith short story about a ******