I
At night angry survivors
stand on cliffs and hurl
rocks carved with the names
of their dead.
Or they drift
all day in glass-bottomed boats,
gazing into me, searching
for faces on turtle backs.
II
My wounds close
as soon as they open.
I eat, but
I’m not hungry.
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