EXILED DREAMS If the sky was not so high my mother would pound down the cumulus-nimbus to bring us rain or the sky would transport my pregnant dreams back to the uncircumcised age when the only time I bled was when I cut my big toe on our doorstep I have seen the torrential waters inundate the homes of my childhood and wash away our pride with debris I have seen the feces behind the panicked crowd like cattle to slaughter I have seen and I hate this butcher's knife like the train that takes me back to me exiled dreams from "Recollections of a Lost Century" by Hamadi Banna ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe/subscribe or view archives of postings, go to the Gambia-L Web interface at: http://maelstrom.stjohns.edu/archives/gambia-l.html ----------------------------------------------------------------------------