![]() | ![]() Joseph Lease [III] "tomorrow belongs to me . . ." When his hand exploded it kept dripping and they liked that, they said it was a good one. What have you got left? Smiles crash in the little details, such as trying to dab up the shreds of your hand from a bus seat. From the back of the bus a voice piped up, "Abandon every hope ye who enter." It was Kirchner, some haunted German guy seeing through war- coated eyes, another Messiah. Smoke from human bodies drifts above the canopy. The audience is laughing at you. It's your wedding and you just said, "death camp." Next   |