Across The Border

Without Borders

He shot animated bodies with his thumbs,
fixed stare, muted sound, a Playstation
game without terror, still running away,
Silently

She buried her face from the brick ceiling
where the rough soldiers’ boots squeezed
tasteless clay to rest heavily on her sheets,
Weighing heavily

He scavenged stale carrots for soup
never once revealing the spices, tied,
preserved, stashed in overcoat lining,
Sealed tight

She ran her thumb along the warm metal
fence, her eyes scanning the dusty,
dusky horizon, no more a far away
Home.

They found each other in this place
Without touch
Without taste
Without scent
Without borders
Fearing only the past.