After the Storm

They were still cleaning the shit of IdiotMooga out of the Nethermead late this afternoon.A strange legacy of this monstrous farce, now a bust two years in a row. These serving pans were sunk besides the Binnen Bridge, still full of what looked to be sausages on skewers, or “curated cured and bespoke meat” as the hipsters say. But I can’t end with this foulness. Here, in tiny detail, some denizens of the park who have no representation in the fetid halls of power enjoy the afternoon:Chipmunk, turtle, and, unseen but vocal, bullfrog.