Hoyoo Ma Talo. She went to buy some milk, left the war and now her…
I wait to be recognised by the land that chewed them up and spit them out /
into cold black seas and winter nights in Heidelberg–
Kismaayo. The humid heat of day time slumber–
Mannheim. The birth of a child /
I look around and see the faces of those who saw their people slain.