“Blue Yodel” by Ansel Elkins

Blue Yodel” just wrecked me. My only regret is that I can’t read this book again for the first time. At least I’ll have other times.

“Death, Captain,
is not what I feared it would be.
I was blown through death.
Death blew through me.
I was sewn into the wind itself
as a singing voice blown out to sea.”

Ansel Elkins