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Purblind Meanings
Byrom Lighthouse Bush was dwarfed by the huge green hills. He could have his pick of the several mansions whose occupants he believed were responsible for his father's rage that would explode into fire always after Byrom's "fifth infraction".
The six year old threw four large rocks trapping a gatekeeper inside his little claustrophobic enclosure and then added two more to make sure the "colored person" would stay put and then he proceeded to pelt the large conspicuous consumption mansion - creating black burnt-like scars on its white skin ....
During supper with no conversation being meted out and yet Byrom suspected something was churning beneath the cold surface of silence but only when his father slammed down his linen napkin - missing the table altogether - did Byrom add more meekness to his demeanor.
The father, stated in his ivy league cultured voice, that he firmly believed Byrom was deliberately angering the elite "Big Sirs" of "The Row"!
Byrom would not look up as he tried to disappear into his mash potatoes; refusing to speak; knowing how upset his stuttering made his father, grandfather and mother.
His older brother Stephen attempted to suppress his giggling - only to have particles of food ooze out of his mouth and nose.
Byrom felt the specter of all the iron will purblind doomsters coming to rest upon his head.
"Byrom, we received a call from Mr. Schicklgrubers this afternoon. Do you know what it was about?" his father said using his extra stern tone. The very same tone he used when saying how he was taught in one of the most prestigious universities to use The Constitution like a Bible when its purpose suited them and when it did not to ignore it or still better render some of its parts in meaningless distortions of interpretations. Indeed, did they all know that the country became a corporation that glorious day in the Eighteen seventies when in capitol letters Congress stated "The Constitution Of The United States Of America" changing it from The Constitution for the United States throwing state sovereignty to the wind! That same condescension of malice he learned as president of the secret society at Cornell "In the Eye of a Pyramid", he was now bestowing upon Byrom this day.
Stephan laughed exorbitantly - knowing his brother was flirting with a fifth infraction which he knew for certain would make sparks fly. Stephan was feeling the same excitement that he thought was surging through their father's body which made him feel obscurely jealous.
Byrom tried to hide behind his fork to elude definition and then as an after thought began to delicately cut his meat with a flair of diligence and even swallowed, without chewing the green beans he so much detested, and then made his head fall almost into his food that made a large wave of his hair begin to touch the food on his plate.
Byrom's father was dismissed from his position and their family of four ate and slept in the quaint old New Jersey town that had lamplighters erasing darkness over the heads of the super elite who dangled all others by semi-invisible strings.
"Do you know for an instant with whom you are dealing, young man? These good people own the railroad your dear grandfather worked on for forty years and they have a right to own their privileges. They were the only ones who paid taxes - until the riffraff asked to join in the giving as if that meant they could be members of our club. The only thing they are good for is to die when our interests are threatened and you have the audacity to throw stones at their homes and make an end run to safety! You do understand Byrom - you have reached your fifth infraction! I shall meet you in Pa-pa's den!" Did not one need to know where one was at a particular time? Byrom's father thought; preparing himself for the delicate task at hand.
Byrom's father asked his father permission to use "the study" telling him, in the most condescending tone to hide his anger that was coming to the surface for never did one show one he was losing control, again he was forever in his debt for he and his family being taken into their home after he lost his position as second chemist due to the socialistic polio-man in the White House who was now beginning in a slow way to side against the fascists - who were the real leaders to bring order into a world going communistic.
"Heat Byrom is an ax for the frozen wrongs we do," the father said as he embraced his son's outstretched arm tenderly and then he turned Byrom's hand over in a certain delicate way to face downward in just the correct position ready to accept the warmth of the flame and catch the ejaculating fire emanating from the long wooden match that would leave a delineating black line on a pale skin
The boy folded in half before falling against his father's hip - to then twist over onto his back into a small heap as the smell of burning flesh emanated from his convulsing body.