immigrants by sbs
and so it come to this we say
revelling in our lives turning
speeding with such force that we
find ourselves in another hemisphere
this side us only feeling our hair
blowing because we are here that side hot
in our memory that breeze that blew
sand grains into our hair took weeks
to wash out and this wind which blows
only ice and ears bitten off by cold
leaves hanging a smell
of mud and earthworms squelched in spring
title: immigrantsfrom "dying by pieces and other rituals"
©bonaventure saptel and buzzard press
|| after jeremiah || drogo's dream || gestalt 1 ||
ll twice-bitten || immigrants ||
|| epiphany ||
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