Dead Girls

The playing field is silent and all the dead girls are lying around in the playing field. The grass is so green it looks painted. There should be a sign that says WET GREEN PAINT. 

All the dead boys have left the playing field, left it smooth and green and empty except for the dead girls who sing:

Hearts of stone

doo-da-wop, doo-da-wop

They sing with their eyes closed and their mouths are shut tight as jars, jelly in the jars by God, strawberry jelly. What could be worse than strawberry jelly, you may ask, and I am telling you: go on and ask it: what could be worse than strawberry jelly?

And dead girls will answer; they will answer.

Dead girls are the answer to somebody's prayer. 

Maybe it's a dead boy who prayed. 

Or his dog named April the Dancer.

Maybe there never was a boy or a dog or any dead girls or even girls alive in the playing field.

Only prayers. Only prayers unanswered. 

Then again, maybe nothing at all. A bark without a dog, without a boy. Death without girls.

All, all, all and all is abstract, deathly algorithmic and at odds with life. 

And so good night. Been trying to say it all along.

Good night.

Good night. 

All I've been trying to say all along. 

And all the dead girls mist over, they mist over. As the dawn comes up all ruby and bruised, all the dead gils, they melt and sing:

Hearts of stone

doo-da wop

doo-da wop

Hearts of stone

doo-da wop

And all the dead girls resolve themselves into a dew upon the grass which makes the grass look painted, like wet green paint, and there is a sign posted there. WET PAINT, it says. So no one will walk upon the grass, upon the memory of dead girls; no one will walk the halls, looking for evidence, and as they do so lay tracks with logos at their centers, heavily scored logos with the words of a song inscribed. Perhaps it is the song  that the girls, the once dead girls now vaporous and gone to wet green paint, resolved into the dew of some morning, yet another morning, the song the dead girls were singing:

Hearts of stone

doo-da wop

doo-da wop

Hearts of stone

doo-da wop.