Flight to Everywhere

The plane climbs, banking to the swooping ache of loved ones left behind.
No-one saw her go.
And no-one will be there to meet her in the midnight rain.
Yet, even through welling melancholy of dislocation,
she looks forward
to a certain familiar loneliness
amid the lethal absurdity to come.

Bujumbura, Burundi 1996

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