This Son and That Son remember hearing stories of when Our Father danced with Our Mother. How they tremored beneath beams hung with bulbs, This Sona nd That son not alive, and how there was no mummification to be had, and then how sadness draped into them like a fog.
"Hallucinations Brought on by Inclement Weather,"
Booth: Vol. 4
, Article 4.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol4/iss4/4