Don’t be embarrassed.
What a beautiful, glistening wound.

Shhh!!! Don’t cry!
Don’t cry, okay?
Stop crying, please.
It’s not going to get you what you want.

Lay your head down, real low.
Or they will take you away
to a land that is filled with bass guitars
and wine
Jazz world will send a vibration down your throat
into your belly that will shake you silly
and make you dream too much.

So instead, you’ll stay here with me.
And you will like it,
I promise.
We can sing to the hymns
that our gods sang when our earth was
first created.

And we can dance quietly,
as long as we stay in the shadows.
WAIT!
I hear them. They’re coming.
You’ve got to hide.
Hhhhhhhide!
Under the stairs…

Hello! Nothing down here.
Nothing, I promise!
You smell flesh?
Well, it isn’t mine.
Maybe you are mistaken.
I think that you are mistaken!

No, don’t come down.
NO, DON’T COME DOWN HERE.
DON’T COME DOWN!!! STOP!!!!!

OH, GODS, NO!
STOP!!!
YOU’RE KILLING HIM!!!
…
He’s dead.