often invasive, arousing the ire

Often Invasive, Arousing the Ire

It would be something, though, to see all your ancestors lined up

with hanging plants, and everywhere you looked a sign that read

not to slip on the slick covers of iceberg surveys. Entering the shambles,

somewhat like an oppressive sun, over a landscape set on plywood,

identify these fragments as those of a gravesite, a crime scene, a last

automatic breath and rattle and thump of the entrance's sliding doors

where pigs poured their hearts into patties and links. It was easy not to

scramble in there for an answer, something flip, something silly--

and it was beyond black, full of sheen and depth. It was movie-star

money better than you do your God; and in the next place whatever

couldn't help being impressed with the way they were outlined by the

veteran of anything, except reform school or someplace like that,

could make up anything in its efforts to stop the inevitable: picturing

the foetus he was holding. It was in a plastic ice-cream cup

for good measure, though he’s not quite sure it’s true.