by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Where were you
when they took her
from me?
Stone Child,
I will give you
lips to speak with.
Where were you
When they tortured
And killed her?
Stone Child,
I will give you
eyes to see with.
Where were you
when they threw her
out on the desert?
Stone Child,
I will give you
ears to hear with.
Where were you?
Stone Child,
I will give you
wings to leave this world.
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