Poem: ‘Border’
Paul Nemser, 27 September 2018
A girl who slept in a truck tyre and walked a year of miles was driven back down through dry forests on a small-eyed bus with drooping heads – to no rooms for a child, but the murderers were there, ones with fingers, ones with lips, the spiny-back lizard who killed her brother after Mama ran away like an angel without wings. ‘I mean to find your father’ – did the girl...