Monday, July 14, 2014

The Man With No Name

for Scott Morrison

I travel across the sea in a boat. I have no name.
I come to your door and knock. I have no name.
I watch through the window as you eat your meal. I have no name.
I make a shelter in the corner of your yard. I have no name.
I gather my family around me. I have no name.
I hold my son in the crook of my arm. I have no name.
I remember to say a prayer each day. I have no name.
I knock again and again. I have no name.
I watch my daughter play in the dirt. I have no name.
I cannot watch the strain in the face of my wife. I have no name.
I remember the sound of the guns. I have no name.
I sit and fill my bottle with water. I have no name.
I stay awake at night to see who is coming. I have no name.
I dream of a house like the one you inhabit. I have no name.
I also dream of the men who break bones. I have no name.
I walk without making any sort of sound a soldier might hear. I have no name.
I know fear, and the crying of children. I have no name.

I come and stand in front of your door
And wait for you to open it.

Will you ask my name?


10 July 2014

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