for Simon

Our second son, the wanderer

has sent a postcard home that shows

the smiling people of Cambodia,

a Buddhist temple, a garden of magnolia.

On travels with his Mappa Mundi

he has stepped into this distant place

as far away as June’s long days

are far from January. But he keeps in touch,

emails, texts – our second son, our Gulliver

who sends us words to describe his trek

through the killing fields on a tourist bus.

He calls it another world.

You’d never think there was a war on once,

he says – bombs and bullets, rockets, guns,

the house of love burning,

burning under the Asian sun.

from A Song of Elsewhere, Dedalus Press, 2015

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