INTERNATIONAL WATERS
I wanted to run away to a country
Where people weren’t running to get outI arrived at one country
And I was greeted by a soldier out of uniform
but well armedIn another country
A doctor offered me what medicine he had leftIn another country
A priest was hurriedly packing away a cross
three wise men and a few lambs in strawAnother country
Looked good from a distance
But when I got up close
I couldn’t bear to lookIn another country
A man was fighting for his life at a bad
rate of exchangeIn another country
Dust was being kicked up to cover the dirtIn another country
A document was gatherering signatures at an agreed upon priceWhile another country
Fought back its tears
With the gasAnother country
Was cleaning out its cage
When I stepped in by mistakeAnother country
Was advertising the country next to it at reduced ratesWhile another country
Was putting sand in its pockets to soak up the bloodAnother country
Was in the middle of a transaction under a hoodAnother country
Had its blinds down so I couldn’t see inWhile another country
Kept seeing things
That still weren’t thereAnother country
Was putting itself back together
From two rotten halvesWhile another country
Spoke eloquently about what kind of a country
it had dreamed it would be one dayAnother country
Excused itself and continued to fight off fliesWhile another country
Carried a woman
Over a threshold
Into a dark holeAnother country
Was rolling out the red carpet
As heads rolled behind the scenesI waited in international waters to be rescued.
— Cody Maher
SOS: An American Poet Is Waiting to Be Rescued
Cody Maher, expat American poet and world traveler living in Heidelberg, writes in an email message that he was sitting around “watching countries go to the dogs feeding the people nothing but lies” when it occurred to him that “the only safe place one day might be international waters.” This must have been before the Somali pirates stuck their noses in, but his poem makes more sense today than ever.
william osborne says
Really like the poem. For the curious, Cody has a website here:
http://www.williamcodymaher.com/
Some famous cat said, “The son of man hath no place to lay his head.” Artists question cultural values. This leads them to see things from the outside, and eventually they can only be on the outside. True artists are by nature homeless. They have no choice but to sing their worlds into being, assuming that can be done at all.
Jan Herman says
thnx for the reminder about cody maher’s site. i’ve linked it now in the body of the text.