DRIED TEARS OF SABLE GENOCIDE

     DRIED TEARS OF SABLE GENOCIDE…
     (APROPOS THE MOTHER CONTINENT)

I cannot cry for the children
of others---
the deaths of my own have drained dry
the wells of my eyes---
red orbs sunken deep in dark caverns
of growing grief
echoing wailing cries 
of the ghosts of my womb:
wailing cries
falling on lifeless auricles
flaccid to vibrations of ebony pleads
of mothers whose babes
die daily deaths
of sable genocide---
blood dripping down fingers
of sons who would rape 
their mothers and pimp their sisters.