Pampas glimpses

The country was dead flat

dead flat and featureless

dead       flat

dead

flat       . . .   . . .   . . .

And:

heaps of bones,    picked white by the ants,

by the ants

by the ants       ants

ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants

ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants

ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants

[Evelyn Waugh, reporting from Brazil, 1932;

the original lines have been massaged  by our crack team of accredited editors.]