I am from there. And I have memories.
I was born like all people are born.
I have a mother. And a house with many windows.
I have brothers. Friends. A prison cell with a cold window.
And I have a wave snatched by gulls.
I have a view of my own. I have an extra blade of grass.
I have a moon beyond words. And the sustenance of birds.
An eternal olive tree.
I walked the earth before the crossing of swords turned its body
into a banquet.
I am from there. I return the sky to its mother when she cries
for her mother.
And I cry so that a returning cloud may know me.
I have learned all the words worthy of a trial by blood
so that I may break the rule.
I have learned all the words and broken them to make a single word: