: Come to me. : I am here.      : In body?        : In body. Boils and all.          : In heart?       

: My heart is searching.          : My heart has seen things.     : What sort?    : My children under a dinner table.   

: They used to hide there.       : I mean when they died.           : Let’s not talk of that.                : Then talk of what?   

: Let’s pray.         : I’ve prayed.   : Let’s pray. Dear God.           : Dear God.     : Let me see why I

deserve this.         : Give me the feet of my children.            : I repent all my sins.  : I have tried to

bury myself.       : And your will be done.         : Turn that ox head away from me.

: What do you mean of the table?       : Before they died, they ate together.      : You used to cook.    

: Still do.         : You’ve been tired.    : I’ve been empty.          : Lamb legs in a figgy marinade.        :

: I think this happened before.                        : Here?            : In a dream.    : Where else could this happen?        

: God has a will.          : It’s terminal.                      : No, it never dies.                 

: It does not save.        : That is not its purpose. Let’s pray.   :           : Let’s pray. You begin.

: I’m sick of beginning.          : I will find us an answer.       : Dear God.

: I will not curse you.              :           : Your will be done.    :           : Show me my wrongs

and show me you’re right.     :           : Your world is beautiful, bodies and all.        :          

: Guts and all. :           : Boils and all.             :           : Children, or none.     : Has he rewarded

you?                      : It is the right thing to say.     : Where have the heartbeats gone?       : Whose?

: Do you think of them?          : Of course.     : And miss them?        : With all I have left.  

: I have felt them through the walls.   : I remember their scent.         : Like they were still

wrapped in the leaves they were born in.         : The old smell of fig trees on their skin.          

: I spend days in the garden.   : Won’t you make them again?          : I am too old.            

: Only an hour.                        : Job, I am too tired.    : I wish to eat them.    : Our children?

: Lamb legs in a figgy marinade.