We became a constellation of bodies, orbiting the war.
which war? any war.
We saw one another as we saw its agents, half monsters,
half men.
and the children.
We looked for patterns, traced the blood, and still we
could not see its inside.
still, we asked
One another, what do you see?
and sometimes said nothing
And sometimes we were a chorus of bodies in orbit,
looking into ––
We were there, I saw the others looking through––
it was so much
We could not take it in
it held us to one another
Still, we turned.
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Inspired by the art of Roberto Matta, especially Inside Outside.
