For Ursula Le Guin

I dreamt you got the Nobel Prize

And cried out “Yes!”,

Punching the air in surprise,

Before I asked “For literature or peace?”

 

Through fictions you could realise

The truth for us.

Lightly clothed in a disguise

Of literary lightyears and centuries,

 

You showed that under other skies,

Vietnamese

Or Gethenian, the lies

Are just as hateful as under this.

(2014)