Odyssey

The gods visit us disguised as strangers.

 

But how will we recognise them?

 

From the myths and legends they know,

Of crossing the Hindu Kush, the Sahara Desert, and the Blue Aegean.

They are called Osman, 60, an archaeology professor from Homs.

They are called Jalal, 22, a singer from Kabul.

 

– But how will we recognise them?

 

From the temples that look like canvas tents

And a Labyrinth of barbed wire, rubble and paperwork.

They are called Amna, 10, from Aleppo, who wants her melted face to be painted like a bunny rabbit.

They are called Husan, 8, from Baghdad, who draws pictures of houses on fire.

 

– But how will we recognise them?

 

From the angriest, smallest fists throwing rocks

At half-man, half-monster creatures faraway.

They are called Nur, 11, from Kurdistan, who speaks six languages.

They are called Deba, 19, from Kandahar, who wants to be President.

 

– But how will we recognise them?

 

From the inflatable ships setting sail for Europa,

Now marooned in a rocky kind of purgatory,

On this, a new Odyssey.

And because, is a person still a person if they have no shoes?

 

Kara Tepe Camp, August 2016

 

 

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