Altruizine

(based on a short story by Stanislaw Lem)

- Sight

An invisible line separates the world from itself
Beyond that lies an infinite blue
Above gridwork blacktop fields

I see you
Out there, trying to pick the mountains off the fields.

I see you
In your car, singing to the same radio song.

I see you
In the stars.

Behind the formless clouds
That blanket our day
Like a storm puts out a fire
No one can see the sun
But we all remember its light
And we all would like to see it again.

I see you
On the street, playing in the puddles of your childhood.

I see you
On the sidewalk, you've forgotten your boots.

I see you
In the traffic, shouting at the other drivers.

And I wonder
Have you forgotten the sun?

When the flood comes
No one's house is saved
We all insist on building our own arks
When the waters recede
I'll see you again.


- Sound

I remember the voice of my mother when I was three.

I remember the sound of happiness.

When six billion people start speaking the same language
Is when I'll finally understand.

I remember the school bell at the end of the day.

I remember the sound of freedom.

I remember the sounds of life. The church bells, the owners, the sellers, the workers, the whistle blowers. The sirens, the battles, the guns. The carnival music echoes in my head. I remember the pleas of a quack selling a cure-all tonic. A panacea for the spiritually deaf. Come one, come all.

I remember the day I realized it was all for nothing.

I remember the sound of failure.

When six billion people start speaking the same language
Is when I'll finally realize
They're saying the same thing.


- Prayer

O God, will this litany ever end?
I want to go home.
There's a pot roast in the oven
And a game on TV.
Surely
The priest isn't going to make us pray
For every damned misery in the world.


- The Storm

I was sitting on a porch
Looking out on the horizon
Watching the storm come in.
Thinking it's so far away
And it could never come here.
It raged on the horizon
It lit up, crackled, and rumbled
Like the backdrop in a play.
And I, the audience, sat
All the time unaware
That I was on stage
After all
All the players and actors
I see on the streets everyday
Are nothing like me
And nothing bad will ever happen
Except on TV.
When the storm came
It brought a flood of tragedy
A flood of reality.


- The Flood

Down came the waters
Through dams of ignorance,
Damns of indifference
Came a deluge of insignificance.
Every eye that I've passed
On darkened dampened streets
Poured through my rain soaked soul
In a flood of extradition
I saw six billion worlds
Waiting, flooding
Everybody building their own ark
With wood enough for one.
When the flood came
No one was saved.
It left me drowning in a sea
And dying of thirst.
I looked up to the sky and realized
I've forgotten the sun.


- The End

I hope
Someone
Is praying for me
Right now.
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