The Emigree

• "There once was a country."
• "But my memory of it is sunlight-clear."
• "As time rolls its tanks and the frontiers rise between us."
• "That child's vocabulary I carried here like a hollow doll, opens and spills a grammar."
• "It tastes of sunlight."
• "I have no passport."
• "They accuse me of being dark in their free city."