[CLEARING THROAT] You're fine.
You're fine but there are complications.
I hit this pig just north of Paris, New York.
I asked if anyone rented houses, they said no.
The sun was rising.
I thought the birds couldn't help it, flying toward it.
That's when I hit this pig.
I struck two birds.
When they go away the elegy closes.
Many are flat like the countryside.
The sides of their flatness, close.
I would have had a cousin named Malcolm, he died in 1943.
One night I dreamed him, the throat of the dead pig.
They said no.
I said, bad shadows, bombs came and he died.
I said, I go out of my heart tonight and my heart is flat.
You died in doing so.
There was one tree, in midges.
And this one midge took care of me, died as I drove.