Ever So

  The death of a boy in America is slow, incremental. It starts with the boredom- the idleness. Then come the thoughts, like rain coming to relieve the thirst of tares, not wheat. Feed it darkness and it shall grow- flourish. When the harvest comes, it comes early or late- not on time. What is time but interim? The death of a 20-year-old boy in America is ever so slow- ever so incremental.