Screaming sirens silence the silence<\/p>\n
salient surveyors<\/p>\n
survivors spinning still<\/p>\n
but stillness isn’t comfort<\/p>\n
when it’s the center of the vortex<\/p>\n
one of<\/p>\n
natures erasers of the permanence of man<\/p>\n
Run!<\/p>\n
Hold her close and\u00a0 R U N !<\/p>\n
You waited a bit too long Honey, best get in here quick!<\/p>\n
no need for the crying. We know<\/p>\n
you’re the new girl here<\/p>\n
It was a hard decision, the babe was only two, in months and not a minute more.<\/p>\n
Oklahoma, home-a the tilt-a-whirl flying circus death defying deity dependent<\/p>\n
Bible-school and bible-belt<\/p>\n
spare the rod spoil the bastard<\/p>\n
alone in the storm with a baby in your arms<\/p>\n
Run!<\/p>\n
skirt ripped off<\/p>\n
the trailer<\/p>\n
and no one to trust at all.<\/p>\n
Run!<\/p>\n
you can make it. Don’t drop the baby. Don’t squish the baby. Don’t lose the baby.<\/p>\n
Baby. Baby! Babeeee\u00a0 mine.<\/p>\n
Eight by eight and six foot under, a bare bulb burning holes in the too dark darkness as it swings with the surges of the wind throwing shadows on the faces of the mass of huddled mass. Bulk of strangers.\u00a0 Come on down. You’re out of time. Hand the baby over.<\/p>\n
The wind is screaming, the baby shrieking. You’re out of time. Sweaty hands around you, a ragdoll in their arms.<\/p>\n
The door slams shut above you, the lock is slid in place.<\/p>\n
Time passes without measure.<\/p>\n
You cannot see a face.<\/p>\n
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