The emigree

• There one was a country
• It seems, I am told
• Sunlight clear, tastes of sunlight
• The bright, filled paperweight
• It many be at war, it may be sick with tyrants
• I am branded by an impression if sunlight
• Cannot break my original view
• Time rolls its tanks
• That child's vocabulary I carried here
• It may now be a lie, banned by the state
• I have no passport, there's now way back
• I comb its hair and love its shining eyes
• City of walls
• They accuse me of absence, the accuse me of being dark in their free city
• They mutter death
• My shadow falls as evidence of sunlight