 Out inside, frost cavels, fiverside trees, swirling, wind blowing, falcon under clouds. The sun, window, blown open by the wind and the train. The slab, on the go, and the steps out the door. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Our Dwyer fence surrounds them. Beyond people, houses. Let's go in the temple, large thick wood doors. It walks through the throngs. He's dining in the temple, pours a bowl of soup for Mrs. Boll. Thus they soup. He would just love the soup. Mrs. Boll struck by a memory of a baby boy. Her diet is the door for a black shirt of SS. His revolver is the locket on her chest. It calls for two soldiers. Reach out, grab her baby boy. Turning him upside down. Grabbing each leg like a wish for love. Farmer pulls out a bucket of water out of the river. Pours it into the trough. He faces down at the train. Reach out, out of good force. Spit it out, come on. At the tracks, the rush, smoke, swirling, a rising sun. You want me to use his hands? Stump through a crack on the side of the cattle car. Where's God? God, God. He smells the fumes. That's God, God. A Jew stole some bread. Another deaf man in camp. Please give this to him. I'm alive. I'm alive. A barbed wire spence surrounds one cattle car and surrounds another compound. He watches a pair of birds. Planes flying over the Russian territory. Russia, Russia. We're safe, we're safe. This plane is a prayer for deliverance. The waterfall is water. It sees images in the water, in the cows, in the trees. The sun is the map. Big jumps outside of the hill. The train sees a red flag with a gold sickle. In the garden, through the cracks in the cattle car. Skeletor in the air.