Fred Mecklenburg

Something to Declare

“What have you got?”
“What…?”
“Declare what’s yours!”
“Nothing.

We’re refugees.
“Why?”
“The barrel bombs,
The war.”

“That must be hard.”
“Yes.”
“You’re destitute…”
“Half true.

All’s been taken.
All.
But not from us.
From you.

Your empty heart
Eats
Itself, as you
Scorn me.”

“Not roof nor floor…”
“No.”
“Nor yard nor fence…”
“Or door!”

A border guard
Dies.
A human life
Is born.

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