Photo: ©2010  by Alice Walker 
The Mother holding the stone that is her child that is her heart. Casa Madre, Mexico.


You Will Never Know
©2010 by Alice Walker
 

You will never
Know
How
Much
I loved
You
As
I watched
Them
Stone
You
In
The film.

Cowards,
They covered 
Up
Your body
& Your
Face
So they
Would not
Have
To notice
You.

There is a stone
The perfect
Size
To crush
Your skull
Another
Just right
To
Bash
The delicate
Bridge
Of
Your
Nose:
Still another,
Needle edged
With
Which
To
Gash
Open
Or
Bruise shut
Your
Eyes.

Your pink
Shroud
That
You
Must
Wear
Every day
Of
Your
Life
Has
A tiny
Window:
Did you
Bother
To look
Out of it
To
See?

Your neighbors
And
Their boys
Would
Have
Been there:

Children
Have to learn.

Perhaps your own
Sons
Were encouraged
To throw
The first
Stone.

I don’t speak
Of Jesus
As much
As some
Do –
Though
I
Miss
Him
Just
As
Much:

Still, how right
He was-
Honoring
The
Feminine
In Woman
The Earth
&
Himself –
To try
To put
a
Stop

to
This.

From: HARD TIMES REQUIRE FURIOUS DANCING: A Year of Poems (October 2010).
Dedicated to the most innocent and beautiful and precious Sakineh Mohammed Ashtiani and her equally honorable, beautiful and precious son Sajjad Mohammedie Ashtiani. With love, from Alice.

Please google for details: Stoning in Iran

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