Look, I can’t find
the
supposed beauty of my life.
Search,
al I feel
woundedness that can’t be healed.
Run,
no way out
I’m
all lost in this crowd.
Hide, no safe place
in
this wild ruthless maze.
When
starry night is covered by hallway light
no
need to see clouds slipping out of sight.
When
soft grass’s color is green concrete floor
and
cinderblock is portrait on prison wall.
Lots
of angry voices compose the terror tune set
I’ve
mistaken sweet flower for odor of sweat.
Brother,
wish I can help but my fate is spoken.
I
can’t carry you, my spirit is broken.
Sit,
lick our wounds
hope that help will come soon.
Rest,
tried my best
now
be still and forget.
Wait
for my time...
or
is it – just to die !?
Bye...
Huu
Cao
07/26/02
“in the hole”