Here is the verse:
“I left
her there among the stars
She’s
waiting for my return
With
patience that chills her yearn
For a
man whose lost his way
On Earth’s
dusty haze
I left
her there supported by the stars
They
huddle to her aid
When her
mind often weighed
With
thoughts of my demise
Through
many suffocated cries.
I left
her there surrounded by the stars
It was
for her own protection
But
walking alone I felt her connection
I know
my heart she cannot replace
And the
love she has for my race.”
“Soggy drawers, stinky feet.”
“only squiggly crickets for
me to eat.
Oh, dear God, how did I ever deserve this fate
With grey-bearded monkeys to take on dates.”
“I guess I sit below the
rambutan
And wait for the Vietcong.”
“In the darkness, I have no fright
I sit still, so no one can see me.
I stop breathing, so no one can hear me.
I close my mind, so no one can read me.
I am non-existent with no memories.
In the darkness, I am safe.”
“Littered and disfigured by
the heat
Trampled down by uncaring
feet
Boys and girls left out to
die
By a swarm of large insects
in the sky.
How
unfortunate I am to wander
Through
the bodies that lay asunder
Is
this the punishment for what I’ve done
Horrendous
deeds civilian man will shun.”
“The stars are shining bright above
the Acacia tree,
Filtering light through the
branches as messages for me,
If only I can decode its secrets
for me and humanity.
What a sorry lot we are, desperate
for a little score,
We’d give ourselves up, even those
we must adore,
To wrap a bandage around our
heart’s open sore.
The stars are shining bright above
the Acacia tree,
Strands of light illuminate a space
for me to see
The entire universe’s grandeur in
store for me.”
The land is a mystery to me,
Its people even to a greater
degree,
So peaceful they bow, so stern they
confound.
The land is a mystery to me,
Folklore weaves its stories
From mystic scenery to concrete
compounds.
This land holds a mystery to me,
Holding the key to my destiny,
To wherever this train is bound.”
“Names etched on marble
What’s it all for?
What’s the memory of a name
When the identity is not plain.
Without the name to the face
Another man can easily replace.
What’s with these names
And what is to be gained?
Names etched on marble
Who is it for?
The names immortalized before
Of the guilt of those who endured.
The damage has been done
Lies
left only to be sung.”
Title: Edge of
Civilization
Author: Jennifer
Ott
Genre: Literary
Fiction
Earl
Hollsopple lived on the edge of civilization in a deserted shack for nearly
forty years. His life was one beautiful night of stargazing after another,
until a helicopter flies overhead, and exposed his meager world. It is a sign;
it is time for him to return to civilization.
Unknowingly,
Earl’s journey parallels another he had deeply repressed, and that is his
return from the Vietnam War. The lone survivor of a plane crash, Earl waits for
rescue that never comes. He is left to find his way home alone.
On
his quests, old Earl and young Earl learn lessons of survival, overcoming
isolation and handling conflicts; his travels teach him not just about himself,
but humankind. Reaching pivotal points
in both journeys, Earl meets fateful loves, leading to destinies that are
ultimately intertwined.
Everything
in life circles until we are able to answer the riddles that plaque man and
humanity. Only until we take the journey, solve the problems of our own
existence, do we find our way home.
Author Bio
Author Jennifer Ott has written several satire fiction, Wild Horses, The Tourist and two non-fiction books Love and Handicapping and Ooh Baby Compound Me! She recently published, Serenidipidus and Edge of Civilization. She also is the host of the SuperJenius Internet Radio show on Artist First radio Network.
Jennifer Ott lives in Long Beach, California, enjoys the sun, the sand, the surf and lots of Mexican food.
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