BOATS CARRYING THE IMMIGRANTS
escaping wars their bodies washing to shore
from the deep sea, I hear a cry
bubbling through with agony
bodies washing to shore, one by one
drowned baby in mother's arm
held on tight as she swallowed her last breath
walking the beach on shells when I was young
where I found sanctuary
crash of waves my melody
now, only corpses beneath my feet
human remains, walruses without heads, whales torn to pieces
broken ivory, a lion's head
the melody is now a cry
the graveyard my sanctuary
my tears feed the oceans