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"
Junk
!
Junk
!
No
,
sir
,
not
Junk
!
No
,
ma
’
am
,
not
Junk
!
"
until
he
was
out
of
sight
and
only
the
dogs
,
in
the
shadow
pools
under
trees
,
heard
the
rabbi
in
the
wilderness
,
and
twitched
their
tails
.
.
.
"
.
.
.
junk
.
.
.
"
Fading
.
"
.
.
.
junk
.
.
.
"
A
whisper
.
"
.
.
.
junk
.
.
.
"
Gone
.
And
the
dogs
asleep
.
The
sidewalks
were
haunted
by
dust
ghosts
all
night
as
the
furnace
wind
summoned
them
up
,
swung
them
about
,
and
gentled
them
down
in
a
warm
spice
on
the
lawns
.
Trees
,
shaken
by
the
footsteps
of
late
-
night
strollers
,
sifted
avalanches
of
dust
.
From
midnight
on
,
it
seemed
a
volcano
beyond
the
town
was
showering
red
-
hot
ashes
everywhere
,
crusting
slumberless
night
watchmen
and
irritable
dogs
.
Each
house
was
a
yellow
attic
smoldering
with
spontaneous
combustion
at
three
in
the
morning
.
Dawn
,
then
,
was
a
time
where
things
changed
element
for
element
.
Air
ran
like
hot
spring
waters
nowhere
,
with
no
sound
.
The
lake
was
a
quantity
of
steam
very
still
and
deep
over
valleys
of
fish
and
sand
held
baking
under
its
serene
vapors
.
Tar
was
poured
licorice
in
the
streets
,
red
bricks
were
brass
and
gold
,
roof
tops
were
paved
with
bronze
.
The
high
-
tension
wires
were
lightning
held
forever
,
blazing
,
a
threat
above
the
unslept
houses
.
The
cicadas
sang
louder
and
yet
louder
.
The
sun
did
not
rise
,
it
overflowed
.
In
his
room
,
his
face
a
bubbled
mass
of
perspiration
,
Douglas
melted
on
his
bed
.
"
Wow
,
"
said
Tom
,
entering
.
"
Come
on
,
Doug
.
We
’
ll
drown
in
the
river
all
day
.
"
