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In One Sigh

 

In one sigh,

Death in a third world,

A hand lies withered and curled,

Peals of death rain down on a child,

Artists of life are ruined and defiled,

My ovaries sag with hate,

I am death to procreate,

In one sigh.


Ros Csikc-Cyr is an activist.  Her poetry offers a perspective on issues of gender and exploitation.  She can be contacted at csikccyr@yahoo.co.uk.


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