this fear of being what they are: br dead. br br at least they are not out on the street, they br are careful to stay indoors, those br pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets, br their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter. br br their ideal neighborhood br of parked cars br of little green lawns br of little homes br the little doors that open and close br as their relatives visit br throughout the holidays br the doors closing br behind the dying who die so slowly br behind the dead who are still alive br in your quiet average neighborhood br of winding streets br of agony br of confusion br of horror br of fear br of ignorance. br br a dog standing behind a fence. br br a man silent at the window.