LACK OF WILL POWER

Just as he was falling asleep, standing upright in the garden with

his back against a tree,

(within himself he could already hear the distant roar of the

sunlight)

at the moment he was about to touch serenity with one of his

fingers,

they drenched him through and through with a long rubber hose.

He felt

he should smile or become angry. But he couldn’t. He closed his eyes

again.

They picked him up by his armpits and his feet. They flung him into

the well.And he

heard the thump on the water below, and from above cast down a

stone.