they sat beneath the gallows on the southern edge of town where the riddle country jail was till they tore the building down. by administrative oversight, the gallows, left to stand, grow tall like trees as he says i wanna be a better man.
will i be born again? will it get better then?
she, fingering her wedding ring, stranded where she is, unsure how to answer but that her worries answer his, wants to reassure him but finds that she's struck dumb, hearing a voice growing and singing in her womb: