Efra deloused Caulker with a wire brush and a bottle of Jives, wrapped him in swaddling cloth and laid him to bed. He pulled the bed linen over his head, tucking in the corners to ensure a good swaddle and sleeve. A jaundice moon cowered the sky, a no-man’s-land, the tropic of parasite; shit sandwiches and false rumours, Efra lost in the vacancy of his thoughts, his hat pulled down over his eyes, two black diamonds cut in halves, Caulker wrapped in swaddling, a gibbous moon sick with junk.
