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Issue #65 Summer 2003 |
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BLACK WIDOW
By K�Tallia
The dawn rises
its brazen red marks
the horizon
of a new day
On the beach
stands a lone woman
In front of her
the sea gently
caresses her toes
To her right
a fire chokes itself
on ashes
To her left
a tent, her home
Behind her
bodies
with seared flesh
decapitated heads
and empty eyes
There was much destruction
the day before last
Her not yet forgotten
bloodstained batleth sits
on the ground
outside her home
Her face is strained
with dried remnants of blood
she hasn't wiped off yet
Her journey is not
unlike her ancestors
and it will not be her last
Her guide are the stars
and she will continue
to have success and honour
whenever she goes
Because she is the black widow