The eternal refugee
They fell from the city its confines rejected them like a virus,
yet still they lived, disembodied.
Forging to the seas they sailed,
ancient text and relics folded in palm and cortex.
Warmed by Sun then chilled by Winds,
living by stars and bread and wine, delivered from banishment.
As refugees they arrived silent at first, claiming their ground.
Setting down new roots, fragile in unseeded soil.
The land was no-ones until it was theirs, and then it flourished,
they staked it for god with his words and the treasures they rescued.
Like them he grew and reached for sky
filling spaces with his promises until promises gave purpose.
The earth piled into cities which fractured into cells,
their exodus became lost in time and myth, they have always been here now.
From this land they rule, oppress and expel,
a divided place of common blood, this Kingdom of Heaven
that will not be shared.
© Wolfgar 2/2018