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Create image in a Black and white graphic novel style: the cowboy drank the poison spring surrounded by skulls and bones. He died. His horse died. Turkey vultures came and picked the corpses to the bones then died.
The desert has filed a report.
It lies flat and official under a sky combed into long white nerves. The wind has the patience of a bureaucrat. It stamps everything with dust.
A man reclines at the edge of a shrinking pool, as if the earth has exhaled him and forgotten to inhale. His jacket carries medals that no longer remember the wars. His eyes are ledger books. Open. Unbalanced.
The horse stands like a witness who refuses to speak. Its hide is a map of diseases that never existed. The bird circles, black and deliberate, a courier of silent memoranda. It does not land. It audits.
Skulls bloom from the sand like white flowers fed on rumor. They grin because that is the only expression left after language has been stripped for parts. The lake reflects them with mechanical honesty. The water keeps nothing secret; it only rearranges.
Somewhere a typewriter coughs without ribbon. The sentence crawls across the horizon: ALL ORGANISMS ARE TEMPORARY AGREEMENTS.
The man studies the pool as if it might confess. The pool studies the man as if he might evaporate first. Between them a treaty of thirst is negotiated and broken.
The desert is not empty. It is edited.
The wind continues its slow surgery. The bird draws a circle in the air. The horse does not blink.
The file remains open.
