Wall Street, like a corpse awaiting autopsy on a slab, still shows occasional signs of disturbing life.
The Dow Jones, the tachycardia machine of its life impulses, was almost disconnected when it dropped so many points that all specialists thought it was beyond the point of no return. Yet recently, like a Frankenstein thought dead, it has blipped up into plus numbers on occasion, annoying those who want it dead and gone.
Too many want to put it behind them having suffered losing their homes and huge financial savings due to the monster's sickness and supposed death.
It worries the caretakers assigned to hospice it. What they thought would be an easy dealing with an entity passing into repose instead is now a creature of the nether world, neither truly living nor truly dead.
Thought comatose, the creature unexpectedly reared up and consumed in one snap $700 billion dollars, two hospice workers and a doctor, then lapsed back into unconsciousness. There is fear its illness has spread throughout the world. There is fear that if it comes back to life it will be insatiable. An attendant waits upon the corpse with a hammer, a wooden stake and a silver crucifix just in case.
