From Iraq
We have no mouthsWe evaporatedYou don’t see the holes in the ground where we were putWe are the unfoundWe are uncountedYou don’t see the homes we madeWe’re not even the small print or the bit in brackets.You see less of us than you see of the dustYou see less of us than you see of the windBecause we were somewhere else,because we lived far from you,because our minutes, hours, days and years did not last as long as yours,because you have cameras that point the other way,because you talk about other people……Of that moment when we wentyou can’t even say you missed it.
16 July 2005