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Death of the Maji
by Uriel Tovari have to ask myself:
what was it worth?
what was the worth of the trip;
this long haul across the desert
packing camels and
dealing with one night cheap hotels
drawing out the bandits and the lepers.
and what of the good times and beautiful sites?
places that i would only see once and
people who would die before my eyes
and i, left haunted by
their remnants in the sand.
was it worth it?
seeing this child born and then leaving
this infant who changed my life
whom, after, i only heard about.
who disappeared and then came out of hiding
only to die as i am about to.
I can't say if it was, anymore. 07/08/2005 Posted on 07/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 07/09/05 at 01:54 AM if this is it ... you hit on some topics i have not discussed with you ... are you a spy? |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/09/05 at 06:43 AM Well, we are all a complex, replicating surviving machines. Individuals matter not in the eyes of the nature.Nature seems to worry about the life so far we procreate and die. besides, seeing from our point of view, point of view of this self aware surviving machine, we walk hand in hand with the death. Its upon us as to how to treat this life. The only course in this hopelessness is to stick to life and fill it with meaning. rest is Nature and its design. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 07/10/05 at 06:00 AM There's an interesting angle. I dig the perspective, and your words flow really well. |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 07/10/05 at 06:59 AM Only one holds the truth |
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