Scars Left Behind

The Sacrifical Child Llandudno Wales 980 BC-1846, Sierra Leone, Congo, Niger, Peru, India, Pakistan, Russia, China & Philippines 2013 Chapped, scabbed skin, dirt encrusted, blue-pallid in the moonlight; the stars still glow radiant light when they rise, a wolf howls midnight. Insects stir on scratched skin in tangled hair massed naked, as born, they rise; the bore hole calls, days task. Cracked like a seagulls eggs, the cave opening call. The gold-red-green copper, a metal's worth it all, child moles, mother moles, dwarfs small, crawl; between the narrow crevasse in the knocker's wall. The entry three hand spans wide, a mere two foot tall; oil burns in claywells, soot coats on dirty faces, as they crawl, through rankness they squirm, their hands on bone awls; naked children, and women mine in these places, these hell falls, for raw metals to make the weapons of man. In before dawn, baskets full, haul........ out at dusk, human moles get no sun at all.... others melt the metal, make, and maul, The warriors claim its for our defense yet hunger gnaws, this makes no sense…. Grease fills the air beyond despair stench fills each heinous vein; contorted forms, of those small, helpless, born fill in the shunts with continual pain. From the dawn of time, this drama still plays, more than one hundred and fifty eight million children; slaves today. Women and children sacrificed so men can get paid. Poet: Debbie Guzzi