at the edge of the city in the garbagedump where the trucks never stop unloading a crazy congregation stumbles from trashmound to trashheap they smash their fists down on whatever's intact they tear to bits the pitifew items that have remained whole they rip everything old clothes papers cans bones to nothing with their glazed teeth the enlightened the faithful every few meters one of them falls and is torn to shreds by the others at the edge of the city where there's a line waiting to join