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"...things of this world are not a reflection of the ideal, but a
product of human sweat, blood and hard labor." Tadeusz Borowski

the sun hung low,
just over the shoulder of a white sky

that day, people flowed in streams by the thousands,
their faces dissolving in the heat of the afternoon

everything was gray except her blonde hair
and blue silk blouse
it was her first time at the market
she was a cool breeze passing my eyes
I watched her get on the truck and wait
as the other women carried dead babies
like chickens by their feet,
tossing them on the same truck headed for the kitchen

a humming inside my gut wanted to step on the song in my throat,
I remained silent,
the dead must never know they are dying


Serena M. Wilcox, Fountain Inn, South Carolina


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