Before he was cold

the young man was hot...

He hitchhiked with dog

to a far away spot...

There were others before him

with eyes closed on sadness...

In those island mountains,

was picked up by madness...

And the man gave him tears

of blood and of salt...

And mad man believed

it was all the boy's fault...

For who but a victim would

come to him willing?

I woke from that cancer

without any answer...

Except that the man

would continue his killing.

JULY 25, 2006