dying. dying. dying in fields in houses in trucks in bellies
of vehicles. dying in planes in prison cells in the street.
everything is confused. four people in one cell, fifty-eight
in a container. on the other side Dover. to sense vibrations
of what is said in balloons. during the crossing the balloon
snaps. the ship’s weight was so light you could see water
spirals and then nothing. some capsized or collided with the
rocks or were intercepted on radar. however light still visible
from the shore. the coast people nodded and said better
dissolve