Leather strapped boots unsettle dust
that hitch on a desert breeze, splash
in children’s crying faces; I am frozen,
beat by bearing sun, a horrified statue
as if these children are weeping Medusas.
Men fall, bullets rapping against their skin;
barrels hot–mine cold–women kneel
by fallen husbands–my brothers do not cease.
Mothers, fathers, feel night’s cold;
children’s warm tears freeze on their bodies.
I hear [...]
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