OVER
I am in a foreign land. I am outside, without
language, without understanding. I am wop
kike, nigger, hunky, chink. I am all the rest.
My words have no effect and no one - not
a one - understands what I attempt to say.
I am distant. I am kraut. I am spic. I am frog.
What can you lend me? What can you extend
my way? I spread out my hands to you, to
ask, to beseech, to beg. I am loser. I am
dying. I am dead. Will you remember
these words when you yourself are
gone? Will you take a moment to
think of me, in absence? Wash the
sick? Clean the sores of the dying?
Before it is all over, it is
already too late.
I am in a foreign land. I am outside, without
language, without understanding. I am wop
kike, nigger, hunky, chink. I am all the rest.
My words have no effect and no one - not
a one - understands what I attempt to say.
I am distant. I am kraut. I am spic. I am frog.
What can you lend me? What can you extend
my way? I spread out my hands to you, to
ask, to beseech, to beg. I am loser. I am
dying. I am dead. Will you remember
these words when you yourself are
gone? Will you take a moment to
think of me, in absence? Wash the
sick? Clean the sores of the dying?
Before it is all over, it is
already too late.
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