To Those Who Have Lost Everything

crossed

in despair

many deserts

full of hope

carrying

their empty

fists of sorrow

everywhere

mouthing

a bitter night

of shovels

and nails

“you’re nothing

you’re shit

your home’s

nowhere”—

mountains

will speak

for you

rain

will flesh

your bones

green again

among ashes

after a long fire

started in

a fantasy island

some time ago

turning

Natives

into aliens