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Up the Road a Piece


The window by my head offered almost no view, but through a gap beneath the hatchback of our Humvee, I could see what was left of the body we had just run over. A bundle of rags and bone, well-bloodied and rolled up onto itself as if furled. The pant legs flapped on the concrete and suggested an orientation to the remains, some sense of upper and lower, head-torso-legs.