Lenz's cult lore of the Concavity — "the idea of infants the size…"
the idea of infants the size of prehistoric beasts roaming the overfertilized east Concavity quadrants, leaving enormous scat-piles and keening for the abortive parents who’d left or lost them in the general geopolitical shuffle of mass migration and really fast packing, or, as some of your more Limbaugh-era-type cultists sharingly believe, originating from abortions hastily disposed of in barrels in ditches that got breached and mixed ghastly contents with other barrels that reanimated the abortive feti and brought them to a kind of repelsive oversized B-cartridge life thundering around due north of where yrstruly and Green strolled through the urban grid.
Context
The feral-infant legend with both etiologies attached: abandoned children grown monstrous, or reanimated aborted feti out of breached waste barrels — either way, deformed birth as the Concavity's signature product, keening for parents who never come. ("yrstruly" is the narration slipping into scene 040's street idiom; Lenz-voice spellings sic.)