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Uno desaparecido—
                   after the visit to Kaiser
                                   
Did you forget the privilege of your position?
            Did you forget that each life is precious—
            yours and mine—even when we have
            just a few minutes together—
            especially when we have
            just a few minutes together—
            what if you died in the night or I
            and that was our moment together to use
            and we let it fall prey, as we did,
            to some extraordinary rendition of our own,
            allowed our moment to become uno desaparecido
            to become a bloody Myranmar monk—
            lost to each of us, gone, never to return.
            What if I were your very own new born child,
            vernix caseosa on your hands and forearms
            as you catch and cradle this new life?
            Think of me so and I will try to do the same
            and not wait to see what you will do
            but do what comes most naturally to newborns—
            know my need to be seen and held—
            and know, as well, your own
            and then, perhaps, if we can hold ourselves there
            we’ll seize our one moment
            and not allow it
            to be disappeared.
 
                                                                        BD 11/14/07