atonement by ash
let my ashes be the émigré
that i have never been
let them float this way and that
on a sea where they may be seen
as a land in themselves
a sky brought down
fields laid bare
dead streets devoid of trees
upon the sea this restless stain
their journey never done
never completed
never won
the rest of a home
a tale never spun
so let my ashes be that émigré
lost so they may be found
even by the drowned
in this
my solitary atonement
