Customer Installation Technician / Death Comes…
Customer Installation Technician
Think beyond the self’s demands and be a patience paragon, a Patron Saint of Gentle Ears, and listen, wholly listen, Holy Listen to this man in need drone on about his wife, his child, his High School Days, glory or not, and think beyond the self’s demands and know we all want not to be heard but listened to but damn it, all I want is for him to plug this Cord into this Box and crucify this Box to this Wall which he needed to do twenty minutes ago when the Saints won the toss and chose to receive and have me sign this form and press hard to summon some god in triplicate and Oh my smile is starting to hurt my face and Oh I don’t know if I can muster the strength nor listen any more and still think these thoughts and yet still am thinking Shut Up Shut Up, You Demonic Fuck and I can’t tell if I’m praying for him or myself to do just that.
Death Comes as an Unrelenting Tide of Destruction, Study Shows
Concerning the August 10, 2018 Newsweek article by Katherine Hignett titled “Death Comes as an Unrelenting Tide of Destruction, Study Shows”
Science says the cells self-destruct like a wave round the crowd at a football game, it says; or like a trail of falling dominoes, it claims; or like fire through a forest. But how about a yawn contagiously stalking the neighbor; or a shock snaking the circle of clasped hands in the physics class; or better yet, Genghis Khan marching over the known world? Here: how about the bomb blast through the mid-morning market? Swift, if you’re lucky, and always meant for someone— anyone— other than you.