Off Duty Duty Is Not a Place That You Can Leave Behind

The pair of them bank and spiral down together, orbiting the oasis in easy loops. The man and the woman alight and they dance and they sing and they eat. Their hoofs plough the soil. Their teeth prune the branches. Their tusks comb the knotted shore line. But there is disharmony, a foreign presence half buried at the edge of the pond. A broken metal wing that shines differently from the water has gone to pieces. It spends several days one of the strangers is still alive. These people are small and thin, sailors of places shouldn't be drinking water. They keep the stranger alive with harsh, unmusical non-musical