(there's still another part of the vacation to be discussed, but while i'm writing that life goes on and there's new processing to do. here's yesterday's funk in a nutshell)
Kholas?! Yani… (an elephant lingers in the corner)
Raw day, heavy.
Cairo thickens under fingernails
a sludge of pandemonium grating, reckless,
inescapable.
Limited abilities to build brighter futures
weigh down
like bricks slopped together with
crumbling
muddy mortar.
Ideas - discarded like trash
out car windows or
slipping through ‘inattentive’ fingers -
lay in heaps of stagnant waste,
weeping with mould.
Yani…
Is decomposition more peaceful than
the appalled witness -
resigned to its fate?
And is it fate?
What is fate? Or any of us to intervene in it…
kholas – when will it ever be?
Should it… we?
Clomp, clomp, clomp.
Seven children – in a land of millions -
with bright smiles for a camera -
purchased by benevolent Prairie dwellers -
teach khawaga how to say elephant.
They happily eat sandwiches,
chime in answers to basic math problems,
learn about computers.
But, yani, in a land of millions?!
Kholas…
When will it ever be?
How -
without taking over,
how -
without coercing,
bribery,
do you support change?
What right do you have to intervene?
What rights do they have
for you to intervene?
Clomp, clomp, clomp.
This is the ‘feel’ in the corner
Teach khawaga how to say elephant…
This is how you know if it’s enough.
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