Sunday, June 1, 2008

Meditations on a Thunderstorm; Hoppin' a Train Back to Mexico






It was reported that in Pearsall, Texas, last month at an ICE deportation center managed by The GEO Group, female deportees were sexually assaulted by corrections officers. Objects to be abused. Like fuckin' watermelons.

My generation has gone back to sleep;
Even the darkness is empty of feeling.
Things goin' on again in our name;
But the lights are gone out in the ceiling.


Watchmen desert
The ancient stone towers.

Virgins are sleeping
In beds of stale flowers
No oil for their lamps
No grooms in wee hours
No stores for their camps
No heart-light of power.

My generation has gone back to sleep;
Even the darkness is empty of feeling.
Things goin' on again in our name;
But the lights are gone out in the ceiling.


Who troubles to wake them?
Who'd care to go shake them?
Show them to stations
And hilltops by lamp?

How many are praying?
It's secrets they're laying
O'r desert lamentations
Masada's death ramps.

My generation has gone back to sleep;
Even the darkness is empty of feeling.
Things goin' on again in our name;
But the lights are gone out in the ceiling.

2 comments:

bobwhitson said...

Bailey
I am glad to find your blog. I live in Colorado and will be in Balmorhea tomorrow through this weekend.
Take care
Bob
303-819-6838

bobwhitson said...

my e-mail is:

bobwhitson at yahoo dot com

Bob