The bruises are
disappearing...

My heart is
a lost foreigner...

Regret has the size
of our empty family house...

We were not bowerbirds
boasting a secluded coast...

The full moon was propelling
light towards the silky sand dunes...

In an air-conditioned,
crowded mall...

I didn't know what a massacre is then.
I didn't know what it entails...

The gifts shops are closed
for now, the red blossoms are black...

We all thought
this homeland had died...

This soldier had been
sitting on the furthest...

Pack a bag of essentials,
a bottle of water, a whistle...

We were right here billions of years ago,
lost in thought, making love on the same land...