OCCUPANTThe sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...
A CRITICPick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...
HISTORIANPiles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...
YOU WHO KNOWI was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...
GRIFFY LAKEI spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...
PLOT
The sad story
of how we got here
blent and complex as soup
Man O Day
the old guy says
pointing his finger at doom
We turn to face him
at the end of part one
Mockingbird enters
by voice only
we think we hear words
but they are not repeated
(suspect mockingbirds
of symbolism)
Everything hinges
on the third-from-last chapter
and what we do to ourselves then
to move toward
the little dot
we can only imagine