The Emigree

• “there was once a country…”
• “but my memory of it is sunlight-clear”
• “it may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants”
• “time rolls it’s tanks and the frontiers rise between us”
• “that child’s vocabulary i carried here like a hollow doll, opens and spills a grammar”
• “i comb it‘s hair and love it’s shining eyes”
• “there’s no way back at all but my city comes to me in my own white plane“
• “they mutter death and my shadow falls as evidence of sunlight “