When I floated down the Seine
face downwards in the water
I let go of the world
fragment by fragment –
the low ragged sky,
the intolerable black light,
and the shrieking language from Munich
that had reduced father and mother
to silent accusative objects.
Finally I relinquished my image of you
so as to float weightless into oblivion
without any claim whatsoever
which is the final word for home.