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| Mary Sue Barnett ARCWP |
*[There
was] a girl on La Cruz who they had raped many times during the course of the
afternoon, and through it all, while the other women of El Mozote had screamed
and cried . . . this girl had sung hymns, strange evangelical songs, and she
had kept right on singing, too, even after they had done what had to be done,
and shot her in the chest. She had lain there on La Cruz with blood
flowing from her chest, and had kept on singing--a bit weaker than before, but
still singing. And the soldiers, stupefied, had watched and pointed. Then they
had grown tired of the game and shot her again, and she sang still, and their
wonder began to turn to fear--until finally they had unsheathed their machetes
and hacked through her neck, and at last the singing stopped."
New
York Times 1994
The
Girl of El Mozote, Christ Girl Consciousness
Like a
lone cry in the night
at a
funeral that never ends,
misogyny's
pain descends,
virile and grotesque,
upon
my heart again.
Swiftly,
though, Light prowls
to
avert hate,
and
silence the dirge,
illuminating
the waters
where
I sit in my soul.
My
sun-warmed legs
dangle
in ocean waves,
where
Sophia speaks,
deep
to deep,
echoing
Her cosmic reach.
Upon
my thighs stands
the
girl of El Mozote,
her
spirit billows like a sail,
eternal
is her glide.
Wisdom
is the wind,
in the
life of the girl.
The
girl of El Mozote,
with
hymns to defy evil,
and
songs that frighten men,
is
alive and free,
at the
center of the sea.
Momentous
is the breakthrough
of the
skies of my soul,
to
swing open my heart,
for
the risen girl of Mozote.
Clouds open, Light falls,
a dazzling appearance
of
women circle round;
voices
for the beloved girl.
Hildegard
sings, of green
Ruth,
of harvest
Joan,
of courage
Esther,
of freedom
Teresa,
of union.
Ancient
hymns surround
the
girl of El Mozote,
perched
on the lap
of
maternal love.
Against
Wisdom,
evil
does not prevail.
Mary
Sue Barnett ARCWP
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