Dominga Corazon
By caleibow
In the mountains they found her,brass lodged in her brow.Her bones told of her suffering,the rosary her brother gave her for her weddinghanging from her white jaw bone,the white crystal beads in place of her teeththat were felled by the butt of a rifle,and Jesus on the cross watching her rape.Death is easy but the road to dying is long.The brass fragments pulled from her skull, part of a bullet.The bullet from the rifle of an army officerwho crushed her face,he, who leaves her to bleed.The officer has two children.He comes home from the mountainsbringing them gifts.His daughter loves ribbons,his son guns.And the sins of the fathers shall be passed down unto the third generation.They sit to dinner and say grace.And the family of Dominga Corazoncry for their sisteras Jesus looks down from his cross. Written September 9th, 2001 © on Sep 09 2001 03:02 AM PST 0 • 9
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"In the mountains they found her,brass lodged in her brow.Her bones told of her suffering,the rosary her brother gave her for her weddinghanging from her white jaw bone,the white crystal beads in place of her teeththat were felled by the butt of a rifle,and Jesus on the cross watching her rape.Death is easy but the road to dying is long.The brass fragments pulled from her skull, part of a bullet.The bullet from the rifle of an army officerwho crushed her face,he, who leaves her to bleed.The officer has two children.He comes home from the mountainsbringing them gifts.His daughter loves ribbons,his son guns.And the sins of the fathers shall be passed down unto the third generation.They sit to dinner and say grace.And the family of Dominga Corazoncry for their sisteras Jesus looks down from his cross...."