Homeland

Oh heart!

Oh soul!

Oh wild childlike dream!

It's not your fault

that meaning of homeland and exile

is blurred between your ribs.

That loss and life

tell the same tale

in your story.

That the wound longs

even for a lost love

it can heal.

That peace

is but a myth, known only

to those who have visited the sky

A sky as far away as can be

from the planes of war!

That your language, unheard by anyone,

is kneaded with oppression.

That the land

miscarriages you, every time you try

to hope for a birth.

This is, as you know,

is the homeland.