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INDRAN AMIRTHANAYAGAM


Ablution

Hungry, tired,  
on my stomach
in a bunker,
counting time,
I climb out

eventually,
to relieve
myself, boil
water for tea,
dry food

remains
in the bunker,
my children
bunkered, I hear
whistling,

I whistle,
swirl, roar,
pick shrapnel
out with
my fingers.