1978-1990

A trader in furs living in exile Boy what a kook Look at that passport Stale bread and paper without privilege If you live here learn the language When the rain hit the roof With the sound of a finished kiss Like when a lip lifts from a lip I took th

I recall a schoolboy coming home through fields of cane to a house of tin and timber and in the sky a rain of falling cinders from time to time the waste memory-wastes I recall a boy in bigger pants like everyone just waiting for a chance his father'