Atlantis by Antony Owen

Their Syrian breaths washed up in Lesbos

In a yellow dinghy lay moans of ancestors

Migrating silently into beautiful nothingness.

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Some say England is a boat full of foreigners

These captains live in the beautiful quarters

Throwing people overboard who float like oars.

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Some say refugee like they came from Atlantis,

A place that no one found or ever looked for

Where shoes roll on sea beds closer to the shore.

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Some say send them home like they have one

Arguing on Facebook of faces they never saw

Except for children born from arms of the ocean.

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