ETHOGRAPHY

Large shark roam our shore-he said.

At night they're red like fire. Our children's

teeth show even through closed mouths. Then

the old woman took the oar; she pitched it underneath the ikons;

she didn't cross herself; she remained standing.Outside,

the men could be heard sharpening their knives.

The four women could not keep awake.

They stayed at the window; they yawned. Ah-they said-

seeing the mailman in the galaxy.