alison cobby eckerman

 
Wild flowers
 
Mallets pound fence posts
in tune with the rifles
to mask massacre sites
Cattle will graze
sheep hooves will scatter
children’s bones
Wildflowers will not grow
where the bone powder
lies
 
 
 
Flores Silvestres
 
Os martelos martelam estacas de cercas
Em sintonia  com as armas
para esconder os locais do massacre
O gado pastará
os cascos das ovelhas dispersarão
as ossadas infantis
As flores silvestres não crescerão
onde o pó dos ossos
repousa