Mothers Day: A Dirge

Mothers Day: A Dirge

In war
In pneumonia, cholera and malaria
In murder

For their stillborns
newborns
teens dead

behind a beer in a car

or under it

For unborn mothers
whose unborn
children will
beat them,
curse them,
leave them crippled

For mothers
raped, killed and mutilated
today,
their day,
their last day

For all mothers
undone by
everything,

everyone

everything

everywhere

I write this poem