The rain rains

“Whatever’s broke, he says, I can fix it. I’ll fix it all. I promise.”

“I gasp.All around me, the dead are risin.Another leg bone bobs to the muddy sur…”

“How could she resist them eyes?She tries, says Jack. Man, did she try.”

“Fleas plague you, she says. Swamp skitters can kill you, an a little thorn- so …”