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Baba Voena
21:16 Jul 13 2010
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Bowed again to her toil,

Grandmother Gray

Forms expert holes

In the long-staunched earth.

She wears her red inside

Beneath a knotted scarf,

Behind a dusty apron

Worn away to threads.

She ties the red inside

Each morning when she wakes

From earth dreams

Of sown corpses

Which shore the blood sea

Flowing from mother land

To dritte reich,

Foundlings all

Of sorrow and shame.

A terrible, mighty sea,

The roaring surf,

The crashing voice,

A continent's tidal swell of pain

Crying out to be seen,

Crying out to be heard.

Grandmother Gray

Wears her red inside

Bowed over the prayer-soaked earth

Re-sowing expert holes

With tiny seeds of green,

Green dreams of tomorrow

When she may dance again

Shamelessly in a dress of red

Across a land of yawning joy.