“The carny had a horse, all skin and bone,
A bow-backed nag, that he named "Sorrow",
Now it is buried in a shallow grave,
In the then parched meadow.”

“The punters know that the horse named Morality rarely gets past the post, whereas the nag named Self-interest always runs a good race.”

“[T]he cradle is shallower than the grave.”

“Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.”

“All our lives we sweat and save,
Building for a shallow grave.”

“Trench stinks of shallow buried dead
Where Tom stands at the periscope,
Tired out. After nine months he’s shed
All fear, all faith, all hate, all hope.”

“When you bow deeply to the universe, it bows back; when you call out the name of God, it echoes inside you.”

“I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.”

“Road poured out into a place of meadows and a few White man’s buildings. Lots of wagons. Horses posted and tied, grazing on the meadow grass. Sounds of metal hammers ringing, chopping of axes in the wood, screech of saws going back and forth, all kinds of White-man forest-killing sounds. A White man’s town.”

“Because of thee thy Egypt never sues for showers, nor does the parched blade bow to Jove the Rain-giver.”
Te propter nullos tellus tua postulat imbres,<br/>arida nec pluvio supplicat herba Iovi.