Night the black hour when sleep has fled again. Poison gas In Iran and Iraq. In El Salvador, disembowelled priests and two women. Star Wars and Minutemen. Martinis and handshakes in Beijing across one thousand bodies.
Blockades create starvation and democracy.
I am enraged and frightened of my rage. I am appalled and made helpless. I am guilty of fear helplessness failure to believe or hope having believed and having asked no questions. The dark, private cubicle is empty door closed tight. The sun-filled chapel was blown up by those who believed in a different god.