Alba Cruz-Hacker
Desaparecidas
Daughters of Juarez, I need to dig
through the darkness that silenced your lips.
Who peeled the flesh from your thighs?
Who slit open the brown nipples on your chests?
Men robbed your wombs to feed their dogs.
Four hundred crosses stab the ground,
growing roots. They are flanked
by fat trees fed with your blood.
Their twisted branches vault
the echoes of your cries.
© Alba Cruz-Hacker
|