30 July 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 2

Two Halves: Elegy for One Summer's Dawn

by KEITH MONTESANO

Bellefontaine: a town on the way to somewhere else, a place

where you run out of gas, stop to make love on a picnic table

somewhere by the wheat field—when, toward magic hour, the boy

already loaded the gun, the smell of bacon wafting outside

his grandparents house, where he went to make their deaths real.

The news always first: yellow tape stretched over dirt roads,

clean white hou