Trees in the wilderness, like women waving good-bye.
Wind in folds of her dress, like women waving good-bye.
Fire in a pile of leaves that lift one by one,
like hands that cannot rest, like women waving good-bye.
Pregnant sisters bleed like the leaves of fall lie against
hospital walls unblessed, like women waving good-bye.
Wildfire pointing like red pennants in stiff breeze, like
red waves on red shores press, like women waving good-bye.
Skeletons of oak, skeletons of pine, black bones of
a genocide, bloodless, like women waving good-bye.
