Here’s the third installment from my newly-completed docufiction collection, Death in Texas. It’s called “Weep.” It answers the question: Why do men cry? Here’s a sample from the text:
I know a soul who weeps over road kill but jeers at the death of a CEO.
The globe is swaying, about to slip off its axis.
Like the revolution of the just, weeping has lost its purchase.
My charge — self-imposed — is revival.