My Shame

MY SHAME 1 January 2005 . I am ashamed that I cried anguished tears at the negligent damage I did to the exhaust pipe of my darling Gretta, the Jetta … when five days before the tsunami found, devoured and disgorged, each of you and yours like foul-smelling, repulsive vomit and thousands of you died in unexpected terror and thousands more will live forever with the horror of searching amongst the stench of hundreds of bloated, disfigured, rotting corpses and rubble that once was treasured homes, for family and friends and survivors, your every atom of humanity tortured shapeless beyond recognition. . I try, but I cannot imagine your thoughts strangled within your smashed, submerged, gasping heads; your monstrous fears of an undeserved unknown; your trauma taunting you into the decades ahead; and your loss … your loss … your loss, . and here I am crying about an exhaust pipe, and going inside to eat and drink and read and live my life … and I say I care!