It was early in dem morninn, at the end, before their
beginnin … before we knew anythin about anythin, before we felt safer and never
‘gainst. Moonlight in dem nights terror moments makes a circle round all of dem
whats good. Not everyone can see her but mine blind eyes blessed by dem Ones
could see clear her halos in relief.
“Watcha gonna do to dem dere angry runts dem Constantine?
He just lookin round his eyes so wide and beautiful like dem
stars beyond the way beyond. After dem minutes she tell time day gonna run I
turn and see he stop and washed with tears and dem trembling.
“For Holy Soul such a time you have with dem washin your
face so pretty! Cantcha wait dem Constatine for yer relaxin later?!”
I keep dem runnin.
