A pig in Kabul

stuck between two logs
squealed all night
(my night, his day)
I was sleeping and his fears woke me
he screamed far away
he asked for help from another continent
I opened my eyes in the middle of the night
(the moon above me, the sun above him)
and I stretched my fingers in vain
trying to take that weight off him,
the animal screamed in pain,
I wanted to help him, I was the only human
awake at that hour in Argentina,
no one else heard him
(the heart is also a fat pig
under the weight of the forests)
no one else. And I couldn't.
That's how bad God must feel sometimes.
Maybe he hears but Distance is
distance, more powerful than Time.
One screams and screams
and the logs weigh more
every day.