Flickering from a remote blue light for the little ones a widow's silo full of shadows an unmanned homeless who faithfully came late & whose only applause was canned laughter . A servant for a city boy had become what he was because nothing had gone as it should boxes of crap stepping up & stepping down soon heads start to roll . Flickering from a remote blue light for the little ones a widow's silo full of shadows an unmanned homeless stepping up & stepping down we're much further out than we realize
