We carry in our hearts the true country

And that cannot be stolen

We follow in the steps of our ancestry

And that cannot be broken.

‘The Dead Heart’—Midnight Oil

(then why) ... this sense

of gain and loss, the now I am

not there, then, despite the giveaway

smile? I am a born exile, or they

are tokens of infinity; and distance

like love is a necessary fiction.

‘Distances’—Charles Boyle