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(Saddam was caught while I was locked up)


Saddam was caught while I was locked up.  The excitement for me lasted

about ten minutes, until the next  American soldier was killed.  Whoops,

guess the war ain't over.   When I was a kid, I wanted something like a

spider hole to hide from my family.  That's what snow castles are all



My fav person in the hospital was Kathleen - she could have been 50 or 75

- had cerebral palsy, acted senile sometimes, like chanting "mirror

mirror on the wall" or yelling "I want to die" when what she meant was

"take me to my room."  Good judge of character - threw food at the ones

she didn't like (no dangerous folks on mt ward).  I liked her, simply

left the day room when she became a nuisance.  Most definite twinkle in

her eyes - her anger from helplessless.  People yelled at her like she

was hard of hearing.  She was not.  Recognized her as a Trickster.

Sometimes it was real, sometimes an act. Gave her a big kiss on the cheek

when she was moved out.  "Goodbye Bob" she croaked.  Voice like Froggy in

the Little Rascals.  Two Haitian women, one sang sad gospel hymns with

tears pouring out - creepy crucified God.  The other hummed lovely island

folk tunes or "Go tell it on the mountain."  Eternal Light. 



[Originally published in NHS 2004, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs04/Bob_Rixon.html.]