I come from

I come from a country where you can look 
at the sky and know what kinds of fish
you'll find in the market

I come from a country where one
blind man can lead another
down the sidewalk, both
of their canes tapping

I come from a country where old
newspapers can be exchanged
for compost, which helps the farmers
grow their beans and cabbages

I come from a country where hands
are useful: they plant the rice,
they harvest rice, they pick up steamed
mouthfuls though other hands fight
over land and air and water

I come from a country where
the words save and salvage
can mean abduct and murder,
and assassinations take
the place of drive-by shootings

I come from a country where
the light of fireflies along
the length of an underground river
is brighter than stars, but it is
the same country of long lines,
long waits, long marches that
historically end with death



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