The Caravan of Relief -
Zillions of praise, hope, inspiration,
The life-guard of them, who
Catches at a straw-
Merged with greyish snare, anguish, pang -
Calls you back to them,
Oh, Ailan!
The soil, the motherly river, a geography
Construct thy flesh, Ashly bone marrow,
A bunch of faded hair.
A concentration camp,
Out now under the liberated sky!
So shocked?
Over the horizon,
Moth-eaten darkish hemoglobin mesh -
White-muddy-stained-
Before he finishes the watch,
The flash deluge erased his last memory
Before he brings life to his Apa
In the concentration camp, the ill-famed island.
