To all expatriates

The Gods
have fled
abandoned
the field
of succour
and strife

they are
looking for
life
elsewhere
some place else
to call their home

where aliens
live
and narrow their
eyes suspiciously
sniffing cautiously
treading softly

how do they
know?

you might be carrying
the ancient contagion
of
your hoary past
with you
in your blood
and exhaled breath

they have detected
altruism
and compassion
and they find you
too good to be true.