Autumn 1818 – A Mean and Angry Harvest

Stretched between the two posts was the empty skin of a man. Five nails held the fingers of the left hand to the post on the west. Five nails held the fingers of the left hand to the post on the east. Lacking a wind, the skin hung unmoving. An opening ran from chin to manhood. Somehow the body: the bones, the muscles, the guts and the blood, had come out through that hole.