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Falconer 142<br />
“Jiggle it, jiggle it, jiggle it, for Christ’s sake.” Then he heard the<br />
voice of a woman, not, he thought in the expansiveness of<br />
cannabis, the voice of a young woman or an old one, neither the<br />
voice of beauty nor of plainness—the voice of a woman who<br />
might sell you a package of cigarettes anywhere in the world.<br />
“Hi, people! This is Patty Smith, anchorwoman for Eliot Hendron,<br />
who, as you may not know, has been overwhelmed by the events<br />
of the last half hour. The Wall has been repossessed by state<br />
troops. The administration petition with a plea for further time<br />
was burned by the inmates’ committee at six A.M. The inmates<br />
agreed to the plea for further time but to nothing else. There<br />
appear to have been preparations for the execution of the hostages.<br />
The gas attack began at six-eight, followed two minutes later by<br />
the order to fire. Firing lasted six minutes. It is too early to<br />
estimate the number of the dead, but Eliot, my partner and the last<br />
eyewitness in yard K, estimated them as at least fifty dead and fifty<br />
dying. Troopers have stripped the living of their clothes. They now<br />
lie naked in the rain and the mud, vomiting from the effects of CS-<br />
2. Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, excuse me.” She was crying. “I<br />
guess I’ll have to join Eliot in the infirmary.”<br />
“Sing us a song, Chicken Number Two,” said Ransome. “Oh, sing<br />
us a song.”<br />
There was a wait while Chicken shook off a little of the cannabis,<br />
reached for his guitar and struck four strong chords. Then he<br />
began to sing. His voice was reedy, sophisticated in its bluegrass<br />
flatness, but flat and reedy, it had the coarse grain of bravery. He<br />
sang:<br />
If the only song I can sing is a sad song,<br />
I ain’t going to sing at all.<br />
If the only song I can sing is a sad song,<br />
I ain’t going to sing at all.<br />
I ain’t going to sing about the dead and the dying,