Carousel of Unending Happiness Lies In The Home of The Walking Dead

Charleigh Clark,
Times Staff

Roxbury, MA -- I think I remember Pete Seeger singing, where have all the dreams gone?” I've seen a hole left by the absence of dreams whenever I visit the home of the walking dead.

I've noticed some dreams missing. That one with strings of strange feelings that float like the fruit of the sandman's womb. Or the sad clown who pedals deflated balloons. And the butterfly that cracks a smile as it whistles through a kaleidoscope.

They're gone and it shakes me to the soul as they long to be longed for again. They've turned back to dust and I've seen the night sky send them back to the ground.

Those who live on that Roxbury Street, the lane of the walking dead, they hung up their hats and forgot about the dreams and crayon drawings on the fridge that used to fill them with pride.

We, all of us, let them go. We let their dreams float up. And we didn't reach a hand out, so they've sunken until we think them below us.

It's true we've all seen this, but it's not all bleak. Don't forget the feeling of hope climbing up through the throat from the soul.

if we find the dreams and give them back, we can bring life back to the Lane of The Walking Dead.

I've seen some of them. I caught Snufkin, who was lost in sacred song playing his panpipe on a cloud sitting next to the saint with dirty hands; the ole abolitionist John Brown:

"I snuffed out the light inside five bad men who were once good children, to light the way for those who had their voices stripped away. And even still I'm proud of what I've done as I sit on this cloud."

"I am Snufkin, for all the world is my dream and all the world is mine, I wonder and ponder, waving at the bees and whistling to the flowers. I tell stories to the stars and I remind them of ours'."

You see, when we look up in the clouds, we can still see old John Brown and Young Snufkin, so I believe there is hope for those trapped on the hot pavement in that Roxbury Street, and even though I don't know much about them, I know there is no land of the free in the home of the walking dead.

For more articles by Charleigh Clark, click here. To get in touch with this writer, email clark.charleigh@surrealtimes.net.

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