Water and a little food
snatched up
containers a rug a pole
survival driven
humanity pouring from a fissure
abandoning home again
the road to Bangladesh.
An exodus of tears
how long a time
for winter or perhaps for ever
so many children walking crying
no carrying now
no destination’s welcome
but maybe life itself a little longer.
Hunger steals the stage from fear
and then reforms as fear as children shrink
in this nowhere place
a desperation of shelters
no washing
no teaching no medicine
no toilets but the forest
a long term legacy of loss
of skill of health of hope
in the next generation.