No Refuge by Cath Campbell

I am not a silent poet

The beast of war
shivers, rolls
and shifts,
sliding
those on the surface
across oceans.
A million souls
fall down his face,
unwilling,
unwanted,
brought up short
by man-made borders.

This far,
and no further.

Numbers, are written in ink.
Children, are written off in mud.

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