Dark Heart in Retreat...
The lone dark heart is closing
Like a failing, blinking eye
A slow evacuation
Leached & emptying away
Its content rendered overseas
To tearful foreign emissaries
Or held against compassion
Landfill, in dark repositories
The klieg lights snapping shut
Household gods locked into crates
Rolling up the prayer mat lines
Chains around the clinic gates
The camp, the shining beacon
In sly, red-faced depart
They board down their Guantanamo
And shutter the dark heart.
poem by Frank Bana
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