What We Learned

Was never what we were supposed to:
the lilt of the living, salt’s savor.

It wasn’t the body’s bone-ripples, either,
or the sways of nurses’ crosses;
it was the truth of it all—
hunger’s chill,
the scream beneath the surface—
history’s echo tucking us back inside,
staring from the other side of the glass.

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