LANDSCAPE WITH TWO MEN in dark clothes walking over the year's greenest grass agitation of spring all around they walk with a stride that seems unable to stray from the way set out for them and unlikely to vary its pace at the edge of the pasture is a wood once there the footing will become rougher but you can't imagine their stride even then will alter or that they will have trouble finding their way through the tangle but you can imagine once they are out of earshot and they know anyone looking could hardly see one of them turns his head so very slightly and says softly a few words chosen with care to suit the moment and the reason they go