Enough! Years I’ve let you

walk all over, clamber
all over, stab me with
steel pinions to secure
your sense of comfort.

It’s time for me to forego
this malaise and move
like stone giants
In your legends.

Stretch my legs, work
these tired sinews.
I’m doing you a favour.

I warn you. So you can
become refugees
once your home
Is rubble and you flee
the fires and explosions,

as if I have declared war
on you, when all I’m
doing is moving.”