Voices on the Wind Voices of Protest
900 by Matthew Christianscher Before crosses of redemption, and burning candles, weeping tears for the 900, that only mothers can cry. The remains of dreams, scattered and bleached beneath the shade of Palo Verde trees. Hopes of warm embraces are left to cadaver dogs, archeologists, and genetic swabs. Dreams of a new life, are stored in sterile cold drawers. Waiting for peace. Waiting to go home. Weep for the 900. They are our sons and daughters, our brothers and sisters, our future and past