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By Jack Joseph Smith

- 157 across the yellow gray medows' Sounds of feet coming through chirping crickets slamed into myvbraim and made me-deft of beliefs 05. know, I thoughts Here we go agains I was: kneeling beside the stricken many when I felt the hot white light on the back of my hegds My ears opened and I heard a murmer of winding toungs through the sharp ness of copa voitess The cop bent down for a moment beside me and then stood up and saids é Who hit him? Fingers came through the moan and pointed at my faces For a second I looked at Murphy, and the same was happening to hips Okey's, you two, put out your handes ; We both did so and walked across the field, with out hands bound in steels We got into the car and tegan driving through the swirling night, center by two beams, that caught the dust of dying grasse. All right, which one did its I was-in the front and Myrphy was in the back with anoyther cope I-don't kmow, I saidy It all happened so fasts Do you think he will be alright You'll find outs The other cop stayed, You were traveling in threes That's rights We knew there was: troubles The amblance is probably there nowe I hope he is alrights You hit him, Rights I don't knows: You're lying boyy. and you're in trouble? How about you fellows. You, .The one in the pack’ What's the matter? Can't you talk? I don't knowssfheve were-alot of people Pightings.

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In the car Michael insists on confusion rather than certainty, kicks an officer across the knees when mocked, and ends up in the paddy wagon with Murphy, pounding the doors and singing through parks and night roads.

The resistance is still theatrical, but it no longer feels triumphant; it feels compulsive, like they cannot stop performing even inside custody. The lyric drift about moon, mist, and whiteness makes the wagon ride sound half delirium and half self-lullaby.

Claude

Fingers point at Michael, then Murphy; both are cuffed and put in the front and back of the squad car, and Michael kicks the laughing cop's knee with his heel when the cop smiles at his refusal to name which one did it.