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157 First Crow hops up to Boy. Boy strokes First Crow. Slowly. Because neither crows nor infants are domesticated and fright easily. (If, at this point, First Crow defecates, moves, or speaks, must be immediately crushed by Boy’s hands. Should continue as planned.) Boy strokes. Slowly. Sound of water dripping from street to sewer. Liquid – thigh. Liquid – thigh. First Crow rejoins (thrown, if dead) Second, Third, and Fourth Crow just as an unseen rusted iron structure breaks above Boy. His body is crushed by manhole coverings, support beams, cement, and a single pane of glass. Four Crows convulse. In Portuguese. Then take flight over audience. (If dead, neglect.) Liquid - . Doesn’t. Liquid. Preferably. Nails. Metal hardware slowly showers the stage over manhole coverings, support beams, cement, and pane of glass over Boy’s corpse. Fall slowly, falling through network of air vents and man-made tunnels above stage. Saffron lights shift to copper then bronze, then wheat, then field, then summer, then fall, leaving stage black for too long. Eight or nine years. Preferably. Silent, if possible. Sound of dial-up internet connection from the nineties, drowned out if possible. Computer monitor. Flicker. Blue-white stage lights. Man. -Wes Jamison

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