tra rovine e pallottole, scie di sabbia e polvere, ginger è il mio unico nuovo grande amico--- non sa combattere ma mi accompagna ovunque, con il suo pelo rossastro che si confonde tra vecchie case di mattoni sgretolati - non parla ma con gli occhi e le orecchie segnala rumori e pericoli - insieme lottiamo per sopravvivere - ginger, trovato in strada affamato e confuso, ora sempre scodinzolante al mio fianco ....
He left me with his roses
and his black dirt garden with his tomatoes and lettuce
but he forgot to take our evenings in the kitchen together
and he forgot to take the smell of his jacket
and the sound of my name, the way he said it
He left me with his catfishing and his care of tools
and a set of deer antlers on the wall
but he forgot to take his glass of wine and ginger ale
and his big hands around mine.
He left a grey tackle box
a handmade knife and some homemade sinkers
but he left his hat on the rack
and his glasses by the bed
but he forgot to take his name,
forgot to take his smile.
He left his cruficix on the wall,
the statue of the Virgin on his dresser
and the braid of garlic
he loved so well.