At a Missions garden of Nile lilies, and yucca, a ginger paradise, lush, looking about ready to burst bloody to its toes: and through a side-entrance (a mostly mossy wall ) is a grave of notched bones,
of one Comprador in particular, at a end of a cactus lane,saying "I want rest" (who doesn’t!),” from skull-bones and war”, says good-ol' Daniel Hill, who lies here with his whore, in Santa Barbara dry
(2009)