This morning as the sun rose over the graveyard next door, the birds in the hedgerow drowned…
I want to sleep beside a firemy dog at my feetsnow gently falling, growing…
When I was a young bird, I was asked what the world meant.
A people can survive genocide:Armenian, Irish, Jew, Uyghur, Êzidî, Tutsi, Khmer, Traumatised, declined…