The radio is screaming the manon the radio will not be quiet he ispushed far into the backgroundwhile some NPR talkers murmur overhis screaming he lost somethingvery important. He says it overand over but they do not listenthey think of their children at homelying in bed dreaming sweetchildhood one of them is staying overat a friend’s house they are stayingup late they never want it to be overnot like the man. His life on the radiowill be the only one he ever hashis life it is wasted he’s being spoken oversuch pain is in his voice. I wish youcould hear it. It’s something never over.Suffering everywhere always and over itthe same serene murmur of the comfortabledistracted or worse looking overthe shoulder and quietly looking away.