102
The Way of the Cross
Among this grey wilderness of ruin fugitives were wandering.
These were people who preserved their horses and could still go on:
—In their own carts.
They sought here any bits of harness or shafts or wheels that could serve them better than their own.
Prom various separate parts they put together whole carts.
Some of the branded horses had come here.
Seeking perhaps, by scent or by instinct, the carts to which they had once been harnessed.
They wandered and stumbled.
Like shadows.
Hardly keeping their feet.
They fell.
There lies one. He breathes heavily, suddenly quivers tremulously.
In his round glassy eyes there is suffering.
