"I'm not satisfied

  with where you put that." Was what came out of his mouth.

  The bulldozers and cranes were still the only sounds elsewise.  

  A translator said what he said.  This was triple verified.  "What does he mean?"  Was what came out of his mouth.  

  The two men communicating was most like the metaphoric elements being thrown at each other.  Except both men had the same God.  

  The one's face frozen in shock, then wailing, then his God forcing him to comport himself walked a few steps over to monitors on a cart.  The small squares and dots had stopped moving on the center screen.  Some of the heart monitoring was still functioning.  Some of the arcs and peaks had flatlined.  He turned the volumes up.  "You knew." He said to the man without looking at him.  He told the translator, "You tell him I know he knew."  

  Something of the sunscorching light stark against the freezing cold proved veil rent. 

  There is one, lips moved slow and expressive to tell.  Two ambulance drivers were bleeding from the ears, but pulled toward the pile of rubble.  The small hand was twitching.