MGWATAM

Before he had been dropped from a great height, Salva’d been just like Lynch and Leer, a twinkle and a rage in his young eyes, a lip to his mouth that shocked most but not the brothers. To them he was kin in every sense of the word; a brother in soul, a spirit in their midst, their ribs and sinewed heart. In times like these how can you look at the sky in wonder when brutalised bodies can fall at any time?