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Remember my Face

“Under the Veil of Mourning,” mixed-media by Deanna Clayton.

My village had prospered, green in the desert,
ignored by the world until we were attacked.

They forced me to watch as my daughters were raped
and I, left to live, my memories: my torture.

My headscarf provided a veil for my eyes
so that it, too, is witness to ghosts newly-made.

And I, spirit-dead, walk this now-silent village,
a hollow reminder to any who see me.

Mine is the face of your war.