Human bone underfoot
a hoopoe calling out of silence.
The tree against which infants were killed,
broad, and green.
A boy from the shanty nearby who calls from the other side
of the perimeter-fence,
hand held out.
The tree is beyond innocence
it never built this ageless fence
these walls of skulls
the invisible line between
Us and
Them.
Phnom Penh, March 2011
