She had been walking by the banks
and talked to sailors;
in the taverns there were whispers
and we made millstones out of rumors
even long before the night when
she went missing.
We found a jute sack with her head
and asked the river for the rest.
Slick with river water and with its
black tongues licking calves and thighs
we dragged for legs and torso.
It wasn’t for a closure but maybe to
expose our lies we searched and found.
We wondered how such wounds
we found can be inflicted
without a hand to wield a sickle.
We wondered why a woman
cannot be alone with strangers
and why the river and its men
were too complacent and complicit
They say that time will pass,
and rivers wash away our sins,
but ever since, there have been corpses
found as if the river asks for justice.
A picture prompt at toads actually made me think of the murder of women, especially after the journalist Kim Wall have lost her life (maybe murdered) and now parts of her body are being found. This will also be linked to Poetry Pantry
October 7, 2017