They ground my heart and lips
Into foreign soil

                      This distance
                Was never my choice
The natural boundries shakey
  Between my mother,
And this pale land I sit 
          inside of now.

My mother's thorns were barbed and greener
Than the harmless ones here
          And her red was
                 Blood,
Here it lies still,  
                   Cold.
And this land is far from passion,
Giving me not even fear,
And farthest from my home.