by Michael Graves
These faces, thickened, battered,
Heavy, coarsened, leathered, weathered,
With callous unflinching eyes
And lips that do not twitch:
Refugees move like soldiers,
Cauldron born in some dark myth.
Michael Graves is a widely published poet and has a full-length collection Adam and Cain (Black Buzzard, 2006) nominated for a PEN Osterweil Award. Graves was the recipient of a substantial grant from the Ludwig Vogelstein Foundation in 2004.
