I / / Finally the search is declared closed. / The brilliant lights yellow and expire, / / the mechanical diggers fall quiet, / folding awkwardly upon themselves, / / touching their knuckles gently to the rubble – / old beasts preparing for the winter sleep. / / Beneath the crossed gi...

In the beginning the language worked well: / named the body, spoke of birth / and love and death, the vigorous need for moving on. / / Look, not so different from the old country after all – / terraces gone wild, narrow fields, / the trickle of water that could become a river. / / We can m...