THERE SWINGS A SKULL

"THERE SWINGS A SKULL" It dangles overhead, on the speaker-gallows, visible from every house in Pareildas its image haunts every echoing crackle-screech that issues from the gallows warped speakers. But when the speaker-gallows are silent, and the desert wind plays through empty streets, one can almost fantasize of the comfort of deliverance: Of a train meandering along curving tracks its arrival at Terminus, its gently opening doors- and its steady path, off to a distant ocean... ...but once it ends, its just a daydream. How can one take comfort in imagined escape, when only routine mutes the...