The Disappeared Ones.

AuthorAgosin, Marjorie
PositionLATITUDES - Poem - Reprint

The disappeared ones, Where are they now? Where is Miguel with his pockets full of bread? Where is Señora Rosa? and the echo of blood muffles questions and the air itself splatters me with blood. A split, a scab like a scream in the grave foretell throats spilling silences words never anal always said farewells to dawn and to love. I am an unarmed woman small and with hair blue as acid. I search behind hospitals for a makeshift morgue behind forbidden churches beneath the traces of my Chilean widows then I swear to arm myself with the word take it along the walls...

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