


Exodus
If
In
a Grain
of Sand
I
Find
the Hand of
my Mother, what would the Desert be?
And
If
In
the Pain
of Lands
I
Stay for
my Kid,
would all the Rest of You just Flee?
Fleets
are not made for Us; we float, face
down in water, bodies
swollen with words unsaid, un-
wanted, with arched white spines
wobbling on the surface, peering at the sky.
Hatred is a word for the
Unknown; for when
I
sink
I
think just like
U would;
U should
Align Your
Soul
with
Mine;
I am (a)
(h) U ma n,
I
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Caterina Domeneghini is studying for a DPhil in English Literature at Wolfson College, Oxford