Guns rest quietly under the crucifix. Empty shells lie scattered across the bedroom floor. A stray bullet finds a boy in the Market. Pope John Paul something is dead. Protests end, the Memorial Day Solution.
Workers eat what they make beneath the sickled sky, a television State.
In June, their children go to summer camps, rural refineries. Older brothers join the movement, waiting underground for the October moon to rise and lead them up against the Wall.