look homeward, demon/ only the bad kids went swimming at the gravel pits our tits were dark/ with the memories of the men/ who used to beat us and beat us and beat us/ we did fight back/ you could lose a tooth or an eye if you did/ the only humans who loved us — that would be us — diving in and diving in/ the older boys who had returned/ from the jungles of their wars were hard/ and tough/ at least a lot tougher than we were and they would disappear/ when they killed themselves usually by hanging and the diving deep into the cooler graveyards waiting for the clean new suits/ we were sunning in the sand wondering when and where our wars would be/ knowing through the mail slots we, too, would be diving in and diving in/