I Buried My Child Today

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Today, I buried my child

listening to women of
rain –
tears of gray shadows,
women of
Cyprus, Sri Lanka
mourning –
prostitution of their
daughters
empty stomachs –
deformity and disease.

A fireball
thickens in my throat –
Invisible wall
imprisons a soul.
Fear saturates a
body – once
brave,
assault, disgrace
unflinching –

no one shall watch
as one sweeps her
past, beneath a rock.

It’s March, oh
I shall weep as I
see those abandoned,
abused –

April, I shall
seek not to deliver
and in May, doctors
torn apart by war –

June, I sit patiently
and no one hears
my pain, as another

child, buried today.

Nancy Duci Denofio – @2011 all rights reserved

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