That long coaxing moment
the choices – the voices
the words – the fear
I’m here – I’m there
And I wait…
Fearful glances, hungry children
cameras and Americans pass this way
old men sit in the marketplace
death etched deeply upon sullen faces
angry young men
Die
in the hills that surround them:
Old women gather near the dying well
in the hate and the heat
of unraveling hell,
again comes the whine – the wretched red rain
blood writes the story – tears scream our pain
again – again and again
in long coaxing moments.
I’m here, I’m there
I wait…
