Poem Body
Graphing out the gridlock,
we waited, wordless,
sifting through labyrinthine sediments,
with questions not paired
with answers.
How long will justice
stagger through
these deserts?
We plead, urgent. Coordinate now,
since those who darken our doors
will eventually mar your own.
The call
was not gifted. Months
staggered into years. Grief
still grants us checkered memos
in the arid summer evenings.
Listen.
Listen closely while these sisters are alive, blooming.
We must listen now to keep jingles of laughter
keep patchworks of joy
In quieted reverence, we must remember
this lost sorority
their heavy absence honored, never betrayed
by memory
Comments
Sad but lovely tribute to
Sad but lovely tribute to native women. The same happens in Argentina, where I live. The conquerors, then the colonists and finally all settlers were/are cruel to them.
The title is fine, so is the content and I especially like the ending. I'll return, Gracy