Image and poem by Oleg Yuzefpolsky

My eyes are filled with million stars and six billion scars –
Every time they slaughter a lion, I get his lifeblood into me,
Every time they abuse a girl, I get her scream into my voice,
Every time they break a human bone, I heal it.

Edging my thoughts into arrows,
Sharpening words into spears,
Welding my heart into a sniper-bullet,
I wash my face with tears.

Heart feels all, washes itself in sadness
And shines ever stronger again.

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