was grown in an oven
they named me
residue
ash for short
once swept out of their hearth
was tossed
left traces on everything
was born again in a dustbin
emptied into
a heap on the curb
blew around a lot
they called me mistake and
stain
though I answered to neither saying
ash, ash I am
holding a little heat but not to
smolder
like a resentment
would prefer
to warm a garden
blend into fertile soil
unhated
Dark Matter 
November 18th, 2015 at 5:32 pm
Literally thousands of years of refugee’s…….everyone’s ancestors have been refugees in some century surely.
My daughter-in-law posted a cartoon or an Indian telling a Pilgrim, “We don’t take refugees.” I couldn’t resist pointing out how taking refugees had turned out for native Americans. She responded, “They didn’t vet them.”
November 18th, 2015 at 5:40 pm
We would still have welcomed them, I suspect, until they showed their true colors.