BRIEF LIVES
- Gardening in the Tropics, you never know
- what you'll turn up. Quite often, bones.
- In some places they say when volcanoes
- erupt, they spew out dense and monumental
- as stones the skulls of desparecidos
- – the disappeared ones. Mine is only
- a kitchen garden so I unearth just
- occasional skeletons. The latest
- was of a young man from the country who
- lost his way and crossed the invisible
- boundary into rival political territory.
- I buried him again so he can carry on
- growing. Our cemeteries are thriving too.
- The newest addition was the drug baron
- wiped out in territorial competition
- who had this stunning funeral
- complete with twenty-one-gun salute
- and attended by everyone, especially
- the young girls famed for the vivacity
- of their dress, their short skirts and
- even briefer lives.