(i)The man had our children fucking each other(i), another man finally broke his temper--too hot--like the last waves of a tsunami, into the microphone of the secret location hearing.  Other men stood in front of the box where people were rehearsing how this might go down in a Courthouse.

     There was that half hour silence so famous in the Book of Revelations.  Hundreds of manila folders shifted through.  A blurred mug shot paperclipped to the outside of the folder.  A sticky note and legible cursive beside it read: Blurred on purpose, though that had not been the whole truth.

     Hundreds of motorcyclists had gone from the east to the west coast. In a spiral, these end to end would have covered the homeland's Midwest top to bottom, south to north.

     The man giving testimony growled and spit.  (i)Rabid(i) for revenge.