What
moon was there that night
was
it crescent shaped or fullwhat mothers’ breasts went dry
what eyes were turned away
what in the thrust and withdraw
was left behind,
what was taken
what were the colors
of imagined tomorrows
and why did time un-color
these massacres
boy,
did anyone tell you
did you ask
did you wonder?
[From the book 'A child by any other name' by Malinda Seneviratne and Sandra Mack]
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