Carl Bode: Baltimore's natural poet
The writer is coordinator for Maryland Forum for Animals.
Making a nightmare
A few nights ago, the night before my family was to go off on a weekend pleasure trip, I had a dream in which we arrived at the chosen place and found it to be a terrible place. There ere no indoor toilets. Human excrement was everywhere. I got covered with filth -- on my shoes, on my clothes, on my hands. And there was absolutely no place to wash it off. And no chage of clothing, since we were only planning to be gone overnight.
Such a strange and awful dream! What was that all about? Could it have some meaning, some message? I concluded that it did: We Americans have left the people of Iraq, most especially the Kurds, living in filth, and we're proud of it.