Having a wonderful time; wish
you were here; took a tour
yesterday, saw cyclops children
peering thru windows of doorless
houses; the natives worship the moon,
it controls the flow of their urges and
their blood; women carry baskets of fog
all morning; there are twenty-one verbs
for different ways to spit; one must bow
before three-legged dogs to show respect;
packs of wolves make the forests dark with
their black sweat; shadows are lined up
against a wall at noon and shot; faces are
painted blue to ward off a moth's evil eyes
and on odd-numbered days handfuls of
hummingbirds are released with dreams strapped
to their beaks. but no one here slits the
throats of rivers and a homeless day can
beg for alms without a license; tomorrow
we leave on a cruise to pull up salt
by its roots and to the place where storks
are shaped like letters of the alphabet.
Copyright 2005 - Dan Campbell
