There was lightning over Panama
on the night I came to you –
lips held whispers against teeth
in the brief flashes of light.
We circled around you, me and the others,
chanting your name, reaching out arms –
you concealed yourself in the
fog of the night, ashamed.
When I found you at daybreak,
exposed beneath thin sunlight,
you had dust in your eyes
and insects buzzing in your hair.
But I could see your bones
through the holes in your clothing,
and they were so beautiful
I thought my heart
would break.
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