105 The photograph He lies subo...

105 The photograph

He lies subordinate to coarse weave on hard earth, one as well as the other hands on top of his head, saying in a language of angles, I want to live. if it were not that have come gradually to know that wanting is a distant signal, a far light or soul-point in the polite plains. in such a manner I learn to do without a life as I learned to do without a meal, and the Big Bos can have it all now. I pay outright, I stool the running total. And smile slightly at the descending hand with the vital pack as if I requireed assurance at this stage. This is total heat-loss Mr Jim. I don't welcome it, however I hope for something to