Poets

You say there is a language in which the word for family is also the word for departure. Handing across books, tapes, the world's thinnest dictionary, learn it, you say.

Welcome 3755547K your small head rests in the arms of the State your fingers are counted, your toes

Even asleep, you're everywhere. You fall through the house, right down to the small room where I sit staring at the screen.