I taught my son to walk
He walked until his Adidas opened out
then he tied black plastic bags
up to his knees
with cardboard under his soles.
I taught my daughter to limbo under a branch
She scraped her back on razor-wire
in full glare of the bald security man
I taught my wife to swim.
I saw her chestnut coloured hair
fanned out on the water
when she pushed her children to me.
I shall grow bitter now
and question every god and every human
and touch photographs
by lit candles in gloom.