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So
the
second
men
were
Americans
also
.
And
they
came
from
the
cabbage
tenements
and
subways
,
and
they
found
much
rest
and
vacation
in
the
company
of
silent
men
from
the
tumbleweed
states
who
knew
how
to
use
silences
so
they
filled
you
up
with
peace
after
long
years
crushed
in
tubes
,
tins
and
boxes
in
New
York
.
And
among
the
second
men
were
men
who
looked
,
by
their
eyes
,
as
if
they
were
on
their
way
to
God
…
They
brought
in
fifteen
thousand
lumber
feet
of
Oregon
pine
to
build
Tenth
City
,
and
seventy
-
nine
thousand
feet
of
California
redwood
and
they
hammered
together
a
clean
,
neat
little
town
by
the
edge
of
the
stone
canals
.
On
Sunday
nights
you
could
see
red
,
blue
,
and
green
stained
-
glass
light
in
the
churches
and
hear
the
voices
singing
the
numbered
hymns
.
"
We
will
now
sing
79
.
We
will
now
sing
94
.
"
And
in
certain
houses
you
heard
the
hard
clatter
of
a
typewriter
,
the
novelist
at
work
;
or
the
scratch
of
a
pen
,
the
poet
at
work
;
or
no
sound
at
all
,
the
former
beachcomber
at
work
.
It
was
as
if
,
in
many
ways
,
a
great
earthquake
had
shaken
loose
the
roots
and
cellars
of
an
Iowa
town
,
and
then
,
in
an
instant
,
a
whirlwind
twister
of
Oz
-
like
proportions
had
carried
the
entire
town
off
to
Mars
to
set
it
down
without
a
bump
.
The
boys
would
hike
far
out
into
the
Martian
country
.
They
carried
odorous
paper
bags
into
which
from
time
to
time
upon
the
long
walk
they
would
insert
their
noses
to
inhale
the
rich
smell
of
the
ham
and
mayonnaised
pickles
,
and
to
listen
to
the
liquid
gurgle
of
the
orange
soda
in
the
warming
bottles
.
Swinging
their
grocery
bags
full
of
clean
watery
green
onions
and
odorous
liverwurst
and
red
catsup
and
white
bread
,
they
would
dare
each
other
on
past
the
limits
set
by
their
stem
mothers
.
They
would
run
,
yelling
:
"
First
one
there
gets
to
kick
!
"
They
biked
in
summer
,
autumn
,
or
winter
.
Autumn
was
most
fun
,
because
then
they
imagined
,
like
on
Earth
,
they
were
scuttering
through
autumn
leaves
.
They
would
come
like
a
scatter
of
jackstones
on
the
marble
flats
beside
the
canals
,
the
candy
-
cheeked
boys
with
blue
-
agate
eyes
,
panting
onion
-
tainted
commands
to
each
other
.
For
now
that
they
had
reached
the
dead
,
forbidden
town
it
was
no
longer
a
matter
of
"
Last
one
there
’
s
a
girl
!
"
or
"
First
one
gets
to
play
Musician
!
"
Now
the
dead
town
’
s
doors
lay
wide
and
they
thought
they
could
hear
the
faintest
crackle
,
like
autumn
leaves
,
from
inside
.
They
would
hush
themselves
forward
,
by
each
other
’
s
elbows
,
carrying
sticks
,
remembering
their
parents
had
told
them
,
"
Not
there
!
No
,
to
none
of
the
old
towns
!
Watch
where
you
hike
.
You
’
ll
get
the
beating
of
your
life
when
you
come
home
.
We
’
ll
check
your
shoes
!
"
And
there
they
stood
in
the
dead
city
,
a
heap
of
boys
,
their
hiking
lunches
half
devoured
,
daring
each
other
in
shrieky
whispers
.
"
Here
goes
nothing
!
"
And
suddenly
one
of
them
took
off
,
into
the
nearest
stone
house
,
through
the
door
,
across
the
living
room
,
and
into
the
bedroom
where
,
without
half
looking
,
he
would
kick
about
,
thrash
his
feet
,
and
the
black
leaves
would
fly
through
the
air
,
brittle
,
thin
as
tissue
cut
from
midnight
sky
.
Behind
him
would
race
six
others
,
and
the
first
boy
there
would
be
the
Musician
,
playing
the
white
xylophone
bones
beneath
the
outer
covering
of
black
flakes
.
A
great
skull
would
roll
to
view
,
like
a
snowball
;
they
shouted
!
Ribs
,
like
spider
legs
,
plangent
as
a
dull
harp
,
and
then
the
black
flakes
of
mortality
blowing
all
about
them
in
their
scuffling
dance
;
the
boys
pushed
and
heaved
and
fell
in
the
leaves
,
in
the
death
that
had
turned
the
dead
to
flakes
and
dryness
,
into
a
game
played
by
boys
whose
stomachs
gurgled
with
orange
pop
.
And
then
out
of
one
house
into
another
,
into
seventeen
houses
,
mindful
that
each
of
the
towns
in
its
turn
was
being
burned
clean
of
its
horrors
by
the
Firemen
,
antiseptic
warriors
with
shovels
and
bins
,
shoveling
away
at
the
ebony
tatters
and
peppermint
-
stick
bones
,
slowly
but
assuredly
separating
the
terrible
from
the
normal
;
so
they
must
play
very
hard
,
these
boys
,
the
Firemen
would
soon
be
here
!
