Human bone underfoot
a hoopoe calling out of
silence. The tree against which
infants were killed, still broad, again
green. A boy from a nearby shanty calls
from the other side of
the perimeter-fence –
hand held out.
The living tree is beyond innocence;
never built this ageless fence
these walls of skulls
the invisible line between
us and
them.
Phnom Penh, 2011
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