but this migration of possessions
is familiar
one day at the soldiers quarters
wives and mistresses begin to smile
all the china plates
silverware without tables
nearly every man in the border-unit
with a boom-box on his shoulder
UNHCR tarps
US vegetable oil appearing in the market
belongings carried across kilometers
over ridges of rock and swamps
borne —by remnants of families
whole neighborhoods—
through relentless rain
the river swelling
with those whose passage
required more
dispossessed of heads and hands
they accumulate beneath the falls
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