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THE EXPATRIATE MEMBER
 
Scheduled to return the 20th, bells tinkle 
And have we things to show you! 
     A new fireplace burning ceramic logs. 
     A centerpiece of photographs from your long away, 
     inscribed, sequential, impeccably framed.
You will like us still, 
your favorite things defrosting just in time.
 
Nepal, Narobi, Taiwanese women? 
We've made the carpets redder just for this. 
 
Crossing the Baluchistan desert we can't pronounce 
The train crash you fled 
When a figure against adobe cast brilliant orange contrast 
Of six burning floats 
In the ship with Caroline, Petra, Jean-Paul 
Somewhere in Greece 
This one shows a bearded grin we don't recall 
 
We have no account of a Pakistani sinking the long knife that soaked you, 
the square notch in his windpipe, on sand, choking, 
         But the sunrise that morning from the dunes 
         The tent sites, a village market stand for melons 
We'll ask if you notice changes in the room - 
where the sofas are kept, and details of finer decor. 
  Our most perceptive member... 
You were a shy boy when you were young. 
 
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