The Stonecutter
April 21, 2020
It comes to this: a train ride. Your new name, Private. Descent into nouveau darkness, and you will sleep but lightly. Inquisitive eyes, hair slicked, side parted. On the way, your jumpy heart fails—sparing you trench and poison gas. A haversack turned inside out. He engraves your name, James P. Lawlor, on limestone. His back … More The Stonecutter