“I can show you where, in the desert of winter, the wind-hover fell for the last time. Can show you how flies and maggots gently prized flesh from bone. How the delicate globe of its skull, which once held the sky and six square miles of vole-earth, was, in turn, mapped and charted by beetles. Buried.”
“In assuming death I have witnessed countless atrocities. In the fields. By the roadside. The verges of woods. I have heard a music and it is delirious. Centuries are as seconds, seconds as centuries.”
From ‘Beyond the Fell Wall’ by Richard Skelton, published by Little Toller Books.