XLII. PHOTOGRAPHS: THE MEEK
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It is a photograph of two burros grazing on spiky grass in a stubble field.
What is it about burros?
Geryon is thinking. Except burros there is not much to see out the car window
as he and the mother sit
waiting in the back seat. The police have taken Ancash and Herakles down the road
and vanished into a little adobe house.
The burros seek and munch with their long silk ears angled towards the hot sky.
Their necks and knobby knees
make Geryon sad. No not sad, he decides, but what? Ancash’s mother says a few
fast harsh Spanish words
out her side of the car. She seems to be stating her mind boldly today, perhaps
he will do the same.
What is it about burros? he says aloud. Guess they’re waiting to inherit the earth,
she answers him in English
with a little rough laugh that he thinks about all the rest of the day.