I worry for the small things - Raising Arizona those with teeth and thick skulls need no advocates. their fists are dumb machines smashing the earth, clumsy with the insolence of wounded giants. everyone knows when the sly world plots and slides a flat blade through their shouting skins and those with flexible tongues they can look after themselves. they use words like dangerous toys spinning a beam of colours into a white shield. pain stares in its blank slant and goes away empty handed. but small things can't argue their way into shelter when the world explodes on them implacably as stars. they have only feathers for the hurricanes and thin leaves for the fires. when bulldozers eat their houses they squat on the edge of valleys with nowhere to go. The world is too mean for trust but generous enough for murder. It's getting worse. I worry for the small things. From This Is The Stone, Penguin Books 1991
Friday, September 6, 2013
Small Things
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