calais ii

I pass through the barbed-wire fence like a ghost,
go unnoticed by the sniffer dogs and the border officers
with their masked faces, their canisters of tear gas,
and am welcomed onto the ferry
by a smiling P&O hostess.

So here I am, sitting by a clean window
with no bruises, no broken bones,
no missing teeth,
watching the white cliffs draw closer –

knowing that even if I look back
the camp by the docks
is invisible to me now.

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