The Gone Children They Said Tell Us a Story [11-13]
J.A. Tyler


The Gone Children They Said Tell Us a Story [ 11 ]

The gone children they said Tell us a story. The gone children they said
Is it you who have seen our fingers? And then they raised their hands to
wave goodbye to a world they never knew and instead of open palms and
waving fingers there were stumps of words and the crush of violence. The
woods cringed and the sky, it shook in its ribs and made more clouds over
the clouds already there. Don’t be afraid the gone children said as they
wandered out of the frame, taking themselves from the shot. We are only
what is remembered and left, and those fingers they weren’t ever there to
begin with.


The Gone Children They Said Tell Us a Story [ 12 ]

The gone children they said Tell us a story and the woods watched them
all, the up and down of their legs, the floating of their bodies about the
forest floor, hovering. The sky above them. The gone children were
patiently waiting. Tell us a story? they asked with a question mark in
place of their eyes, all of their looking, waiting on the woods. The woods
sat and watched. The woods swept their hands under the gone children’s
floating and there was air where there should have been feet, invisibility
where there was supposed to be living. Yes the gone children said, until
the woods couldn’t take it anymore. Yes the gone children said to the
sky, turning from blue to black.


The Gone Children They Said Tell Us a Story [ 13 ]

The gone children they said Tell us a story. The gone children in the
woods waiting on a man with an axe to shred them into parts again. We are
feeling altogether whole they said. Tear us apart with a story they said.
Crash us down with words they begged. The sky was blue. The sky was black.
The sky was white. The sky was clouded and smoked with lies. The sky is
not a story they said, these gone children, waiting to be mulch. Waiting
to be severed. There is no axe coming? they asked, knowing already the
answer, holding their own broken hands in their laps, heads down, as if
prayer would be enough to disintegrate this entire canvas of a world.



J. A. Tyler is the author six novel(la)s: INCONCEIVABLE WILSON (scrambler books, 2009), SINATRA (vox press, 2010), IN LOVE WITH A GHOST (willows wept press, 2010), A MAN OF GLASS & ALL THE WAYS WE HAVE FAILED (fugue statepress, 2011), A SHINY, UNUSED HEART (black coffee press, 2011), & THE ZOO, A GOING (dzanc books, 2013). His work has appeared recently with Diagram, Sleepingfish, Caketrain, Fairy Tale Review, elimae, & Action, Yes. He is founding editor of Mud Luscious Press.



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