This isn’t about a man evaporating to skeleton, or joe bargaining with air from a combat zone as his father lies on the crucifix bed, moaning so coherently the sins of the world coalesce, come forth in black chugs of foam, intestine, final whispers of God.   Not the twenty-by-twenty-foot crater where the memory of…

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