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By Jack Joseph Smith

92 his sides he wasn't on ours, That's the way it stayed for the rest of the days’. David was the first’ and last captain of kill the men, During the day kids would yell, hey we want David on our side, and he would cross over and run with that paek for awhiles For the rest of the winter he would have to rum the ball alone, but by tomorrow it wouldn't make any difference, He would teke the ball aa we did and throw his soul to the wind in symbolic movements with his desire to lives Today, David was a leader of wolves, He did not go to thems they had come to him. And that is all anyone of us remembered as our thoughts narrowed down to earth darlmess.and the excitenent of the killing games Lent was such a single time, seperate from everything, It was the transformation time. A time when the swine didn't chew, Six o'clock Masa every morning and the high chant, Pretty girls in pinks I swooned at constatly, My heart reached acrdds to them crossing the pews and drank thefr milk white faces into my soul singing softly . einbee nosed beneath meg My voice was embarrised in its twitch, Just a touch from you little girl, i when we walk out of the purple weil, Nuns stiff and alter boys percise, How could they stay so long with their chins streight, Put an apple in my m@uth while I pray the rosstys The tebtdtton gives me a pain and it hurts my Imees now. Goa, let's i stand, She was so pretty, I took her walking behind Lincoln sehool and esked her to dance a dance for meg How should I dance, when I don't know how to dance those dances? Like a desert girl, I said softly. Would she ask me to show her? Of course i not, Her sweetness was tqclean, A non party girl with sweeping eyes, I love you nom) sitting there with white lace lightly in your hair, I see you see me watchings . | Are you singing? You can not now, I am trembling through my fingerStapping on the ‘ wooden pew, The lower church is 80 strange, Everything is red here, We will watch each other in praise of the Lord; but never feel our toes beneath the rentiey grass

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GPT

After David's rescue and rise into a brief wolf-leader status, the narrative swings into Lent, six o'clock Mass, and a trembling fixation on a beautiful girl across the pews.

The transition from schoolyard pack violence to church desire is abrupt but exact, because both scenes are organized around bodies under pressure and watched movement. Lent feels less penitential than charged, with kneeling, chanting, and the lower church all intensifying erotic attention.

Claude

David becomes captain of Kill the Man for the day and then the only solo runner afterward, having thrown his soul to the wind — the page closes on Lent as the transformation time, the swine not chewing, six o'clock Mass, and pretty girls in pinks.