Weep at your feet
Oh! See my hands!
They are gnarled and bleed
My legs,
they are molding and sloughing
away
All of us kneel and we beg and we
pray
These, my sisters, with faces
drenched
Tears run through their soiled
hands
Our raiment is threadbare, moth-eaten,
burned
Remainders of whom we so earnestly
spurned
You are radiant, crown-ed
Woman of light
Smoke and shade
To your left and your right
Our ranks are still swelling
Oh, much we have cost!
We are your daughters
We are the lost
Mother, mother!!
Lamentation decries
Oh please now, we beg of thee
Glance down your eyes
Look thou upon us, with merciful
gaze
We come to you broken, we come in
disgrace
Mother, oh mother! Our hearts are
near dead!
With our last breath we cry out
to your head
It is crowned with twelve stars
The moon’s under your feet
I place my head there, please, be
my defeat
Stand on my murdering, nametaking
heart
We need a new ending. We need a new start.
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