Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I am Uganda

A dusty road under a stormy sky
A thousand footprints every day
A thousand miles to run from the nightmare
That may never go away.

Just another night under God's starry sky
Go to sleep now, go to sleep.
Maybe they won't come for you tonight
And hope is all you keep.

There's no one around to hear my tears fall down
I walk alone in the moonlight.
Can anyone out there hear my weeping
Would you save my soul tonight?

Across the ocean children laugh and play
Do they know we bleed and die?
Did God mean to let them take our children away?
Does he hear my mother cry
Now they are gone and I want to know why.

There's no one around to hear my tears fall down
I walk alone in the moonlight.
Can anyone out there hear my weeping
Would you save my soul tonight?



hey didnt think i would get a connection tonight with everithing so cloudy up in the atmosphere. things are worse since i talked to u last -- the news reported 25900 more cases of cancer in the last week. do u remember what cancer is? well its not the same anymore. like the other mutation, something is wraung with it. none of the hospitals here have the cancer yet, just the starving people. -- no, i dont think so. i wish….

i didnt used to be afraed u knowe. things were bad, but i was okae. i pretended not to knowe when the detonations killed the others. now i do not look away. my fishbowl here gets more and more transparent - i dont look through water animore, i look through red blood. and i am afraed.

i went to see kiska yesterdae. its getting pretty bad over there. kiska says they laust two more old men since i was there last. and -- they cant get medicyn now. the medics cant climb in anymore, and even if they could, we hear the medicyn is gone anyway. it hurts me badly not to be able to help kiska but in the end theres nothing more i can do. kiska knowes that.

before i left we looked up at the heavens for a whyle. the earth down here is swallowing life up, but the stars never stop shining. funni to think of the stars outliving alaska -- what again? oh, i suppose so. they say the sun will quit very soon.

i was thinking of kiska as i left -- the kiska we knew before all this. perfect, irrepressible, dwelling in poppies. as the poppies dysappeared, kiska became faculty and satire and lava rock. kiska was created for this time, u would knowe if u could see. and still, the old kiska is not yet quite gone. when kiska looks at eternity -- the poppies live forever.