Pages 34-35 of our Spring 2019 edition have a poem called “Burial of Pain” by the poet Woman. We mistakenly cut the poem short. This is it in full.

 

the pain of this world

suffocates Her

like the black laced veil

worn to cover

the empty eyes

that blankly watch

as the love of Her life

is

lowered

into

the

emptiness

of

the

earth

 

every bloody back wound

steals the air

from Her lungs

and She gasps for breath

as if shuddering

from the sound of soil

being thrown

violently

and

without

care

 

into a hole

 

over

and

over

and

over

 

She gazes at the moon

seeking respite

it is there

that She sees prisms

through the storms

that obstruct

what used to be

the windows

to

Her

soul

 

it is there

that She sees

the face of God

and knows

that

Her

love

sees

it

too