Of course they are not 
Simulating terror 
Crossing the border
From one country to the next 

Vibrating in fear 
through rain
and gunfire 
criss-crossing into brutal rhythms
across a gutted reflection

choking on echoes 

screaming walkways 

Choosing to sleep in the freezing air
looking at the camera
stone eyed 

Pursuing hope
before their lives ebbed into pieces. 

(For those at Calais)