Tell me the lie again/about how good it is to live/only for others?---From “Each Question is Always the Same Question” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 08-11-11
Is it the new place? Is that where we could find food?
I am tired now. Could we stop and drink water
from that pool out there? I see it. I see it. Let us hurry
before it is gone. Clouds are dancing around the sun.
Are we there yet, Mother? Is it the new place, Father?
Soon, child, soon. There will be wells. There will be corn.
Here, sip on this rug, it still has some water left. Wipe
the sweat off your face, give the cloth to your son. Soon.
Suck on it. Hurry, and give it to your sister after. Soon.
There is no pool of water there. Just the sun and sand.
BBC News: “Somalians are moving out to Kenya to escape
the widespread famine. Orphans now outnumber parents
who have perished along the way. Border guards are now
dumping bodies in mass graves to forestall the outbreak
of typhoid and cholera. No body count has yet been made”
---Albert B. Casuga