In Kampos


In Kampos, where the citrus grows

you wouldn’t know that at a stone’s

throw there’s another place you would

not go, no, not at all despite the wall of Chios’ castle

tall and Grecian ruins old whose awesomeness would have you there

where migrants stare and sleep and

tear their hearts apiece

and bear the inhumanity

of sea-side tents, brutality that is the life of each refugee.

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