All the oxygen of the world was in them. All the feet of the babies of the world were in them. All the crotches of the angels of the world were in them. All the morning kisses of Philadelphia were in them.
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough?
O fallen angel, the companion within me, whisper something holy before you pinch me into the grave.
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