The Mothers
The women trudge toward us in the photo, shawls wrapped around their heads, hands to their mouths, they trudge and stagger, protected, or herded, by two men with rifles held ready. They trudge toward a border weeping. Passage is not assured, across the border nor through the borderland, nor is safe haven. But they continue. They are women who know how to continue. And while they continue, they mourn and wail, and challenge the last remaining gods to prove that reason for war exists.
Published in Borderlands, Court Street Press, Seattle: 1999
Onetime reproduction for non-resale purposes permitted by the author with the following credit line: by Judith Yarrow
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