[00:00.636]17[00:01.602]A black horse bends its head to the stubble[00:04.971]beside the silver stream winding thru the woods[00:08.536]by an antique red barn on the outskirts of Beatrice —[00:13.958]Quietness, quietness[00:17.257]over this countryside[00:19.222]except for unmistakable signals on radio[00:22.790]followed by the honkytonk tinkle[00:25.406]of a city piano[00:27.589]to calm the nerves of taxpaying housewives of a Sunday morn.[00:32.456]Has anyone looked in the eyes of the dead?[00:38.090]U.S. Army recruiting service sign Careers with a Future[00:45.258]Is anyone living to look for future forgiveness?[00:50.525]Water hoses frozen on the street, the[00:53.523]Crowd gathered to see a strange happening garage —[00:57.540]Red flames on Sunday morning[01:00.308]in a quiet town ![01:02.540]Has anyone looked in the eyes of the wounded?[01:06.774]Have we seen but paper faces, Life Magazine?[01:10.790]Are screaming faces made of dots,[01:14.006]electric dots on Television —[01:16.407]fuzzy decibels registering[01:18.655]the mammal voiced howl[01:20.806]from the outskirts of Saigon to console model picture tubes[01:25.091]in Beatrice, in Hutchinson, in El Dorado[01:30.657]in historic Abilene[01:33.256]O inconsolable !