Tulane University - Jambalaya Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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Old, blind, and lonely for those summers whose slack now gathers as wrinkles in their skin, their apathetic fingers throb numb with the idleness of sixty false winters. The soft deadness in their eyes is sometimes mistaken for that darkness which falls as a shadow from the prophet ' s brow and they are called Immortal. But the dust of grave ' s first layer, the mark of earth ' s own, clings snowlike to their old-rolled trousers and time-whitened heads, and waits like Fate upon their breasts making each breath more like those drawn through the lips of the dead. The children roll like quarters down the nickel- coloured sidewalks. But here value lives not m simile, but in the novelty of the old wood and iron- stoppered bottles which the Immortals sell to buy false tee th and coffin nails. — Farrell Hockemeier PAGE 19