Gratuitous Violence
A vast plateau somewhere in the middle a lone oak,perhaps a lone survivor of a time when this highlandwas a gigantic forest. It wasn’t a nice, tall tree, no not at all, it was nobly, stubby and bent by age, yet it was there and today it was giving shade to a man who was crossing the plateau on foot, this for the simple reason that he couldn’t afford to buy a horse nor a mule. From the horizon, shimmering at first, riders, cow hands who spent weeks in the saddle looking for lost cattle, which must be one of the most boring jobs man has to endure, and seeing the lone man they decided he was a thief and hung him on the old tree. And as life seeped out of his struggling body, the dance of death relieved their ennui; then they rode on, they were not men of deep thoughts. When night fell they made a fire, ate beans, drank coffee, farted loudly, laughed and went soundly to sleep