The Night Soil Workers

A collection of soiled workers at night

Return of the Green Tomato

Then there was that one that went red who I hated immediately and ate with a litttle salt.
Cherry

The Splicer

One day he claims to have shown up late with no legs. The next day no arms. But still he came with flowers.
Cherry

Saved by the Soil

Scavenging through the mush and coming up live, Before the water shed, with a pornographic Magazine covered in marshmallow and pork jelly.

The Night Soil Men

Trudging with a loaded barrow house to house they are not Nocturnal gardeners using candles to speed the growth of rhubarb, They are turd stranglers or drain dredgers scuffing their Worn out boot heels through the sodden night.