| The End of An Expedition to Burma And floating face down in a river the color of a clay tennis court. The color of the muddy banks. It is monsoon season so the water is very high, the water is at a very high level. Shot through the head! I was shot through the head. A bullet separated the buck teeth from my mouth. My hair is crunchy with blood, and my skin floats off in strips. I can feel it in the heat, I am about to die. I find myself immobile And floating face down in a river. |