Border Control

We crossed from no man's land
leaving the scratched bareness of Bostwana
we were hungry for the clean skyline of your country
we waited, we walked, and we were stopped just before the gate
signalling the entry, the road where we can stop anywhere, alone
we didn't cross that night, as the careless stars overtook the winter sky
dignity absented and left space for the demons, that night
our precarious dreams fell apart that night.