Sand throws itself against the tent walls,
and I listen to you.
if only you could be taken aside for a minute
by someone wise.
if only you would shut up.
Come here and do what I do. Maybe you would realize
what I can't explain,
what I know intuitively.
You believe in things imaginary. You dream, and
And yet I follow behind you,
trailing in your wake.
The wind drowns me out, a piping voice
lost in the cacophony of war.
I couldn't make myself understood to you anyway.
Even if you were willing.
I follow you, despising to follow.
You are too powerful,
and my feelings must be guarded.
You kill every day and cause such suffering-
Maybe you are the voice of
06 April 2006