If he could, King Kong would crush us all. He wouldn’t hesitate, and neither would we. We’d gladly be liquefied in his mortal arms. But once you hear nothing, you hear it forever. It might be the angels of clarity scrambling off with the last canoe, slivering through your sirens to burn all the wrong thoughts from your eyes.

Jason Abbate has written poetry and other things for many years. Recently his work has been included in The American Journal of Poetry, Black Heart Magazine, Nanoism and pif Magazine. He is the author of Welcome to Xooxville. He lives somewhere on the east coast.