the past doesn’t know what hearing is.  it sounds in sick animals we won’t eat.  father, at the hill’s bottom, waits for a marble.  impossible, but we’ve somehow stopped the spread of presence.  a boy is a moment.  not any but the one before he finds his mother’s **** stash.  alarmist.  satan has one ear weighs nothing.  on eggshells, the future joins the scarecrow’s timid young.  grandfather had a pipe he smoked and a dog he couldn’t beat.  grandfather has a pipe he can’t reach and a black man he means to set upon a woman in a prison yard.  god is a tent for the wounded but ain’t no one come by.