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  • Inside a hole in the earth
    shaped like a woman,
    men rape and torture
    women and girls.
    How can I, overcome with weeping,
    write a luminous poem?
    So much darkness
    pours through me.

    Inside the black hole where we live,
    no one has enough to eat
    and rat turds number more
    than grains of rice.
    In thin moonlight, we squat
    and sift through shit
    for food.

    The hole shaped like a woman’s body
    tightens around us, squeezing
    breath from our bodies.
    We gather rice grains,
    beat away ravens and jackals
    with bite-scarred arms.

    In defense, three of us triangulate
    by pressing our backs together, a friend
    a child and me. Though
    we shrink and shrink, love
    illuminates even the darkest poem.



    From a dream (nightmare)
    Cowbird spoiled the formatting of the poem by not allowing indents, but their html formatting has allowed me to retrieve much (but not all) of it.
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