The Chinese in Haifa

Bill Dreamed he heard the cry of starving children in Asia bundled together in a strangely familiar school yard. They pressed up tightly against a Cyclone fence and they were dressed in quilted black uniforms that reached down to the ground with wide sleeves they used for handkerchiefs dabbling at their flat brown noses, a mosaic of fingers and faces reaching toward him through the squares of wire. Their gaping figures settled into the grain of the vestibule door of his grandfather’s house. It was solid oak with cleverly fashioned brass mullions molded to the likeness of Taoist household deities,