127. The Jaguar

the ghost of a jaguar walks through the fence 
the jaguar is our freedom

a friend gave me a precious thing
a little fragment of the Berlin wall

but this wall they are building
straight across my heartland

with our flag draped across it
is the coffin of my country

hands reach through the gaps
to clasp, until the gaps are sealed

and even music
cannot get through

but only the ghosts
of all we have betrayed

this is the wall of lamentation
the grave of the jaguar

— UKL 
17 July 2017