In front of the border In front of the border of your kingdom We have sewn our mouths. In the archives you have stored our names, Which are gnawed by fish and the wind. Your most enduring saints succumbed Beneath the weight of our bones. In front of the golden doors to your kingdom We have sewn our names for you into our mouths. We enter mute, with burning tongues. From the other side we have silently And permanently sewn the border into you.
8 The Poetry Review