While riding the train next to a couple, fighting

Thinking of the woman by the well–
All she wanted was water, then you,
Broken-silence, told her of the five
Men she loved before you–other tribes
in her bucket, light-fish,
Mouth-slapped, water-beings.
Did your words heal the wound
Found at the well–

I mean, will I forgive the death I try
to cleanse, the others. Body-monger,
Will I keep prayer for their passing–

Silence-breaker, tell me you know
where to bury, how many.


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