Voiceless
Who has no voice
Has had it taken away
We cry when born
We speak into the world
Who might grab that
With metal hands
And plastic intention
Abducting
Our first talent
Who has nothing
Will take yours, take
Mine
Save for the parable
And prophecy of Nathan
In which one who has
Too much
Takes more
Takes yours, takes mine
C L Couch
And Now One Is Found
The Nigerian schoolgirls
(hashtag)BringBackOurGirls
Remember
How would we
Understand two hundred
Seventy
How would such a number
Be taken without our
Noticing
In what kind of truck
And to what place all
Hidden
In our neighborhood-filled
Planet-parts, this is
Hard
From our earthen places
We cannot count
How
But in part we can’t believe
Not because it didn’t
Happen
Tragically, criminally,
Numerically—what transpired
Transpired
And with our questions and
New trepidations here is her
Body
Now we have her with
Child and husband on the fringes
Found
We can understand, now
Perhaps, a new story of
One
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