International CitizenCasey, Paul
The eyes are passports
as the eyes of wildcats bright beneath the moon
that say, we are from here
as oxygen water sun are
arctic tern, shearwater, sandpiper, godwit, wheatear
as monarch, the humpback are
the probing nostrils of newly acquainted
rhino, hundreds in the pitch black at lake rendezvous
from miles every which way
dawn leaves only footprints.
Ghosts in New York, Seoul, Damascus have mouths
that sound as birds or goats sound
Who drew these lines between us?
In the daylight, their busy heads control remote bodies
passport gazes set straight ahead |
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