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Expulsion
I heard this song tonight from the desert
the shelters below ground there
and the wrecked homes
and I heard it from the grey waters
just south of Europe, with winter coming on
and the boat leaking
and from the guard posts and barbed frontiers
that now cover a continent, halting the raw feet ;
I heard this issuing
of hope’s loss, in a voice
so thin, yet transmitting, on the breath’s
expulsion, our soul’s lament.
Rogan WolfDecember 2015