The Protest

by Mireille Astore

Poems by Mireille Astore
Loose Woman
Blood and Myrrh
A Foot
The Protest
My Bones
© Mireille Astore 2003 -2023
In stillness
they said no.

They sat on the steps
and starved
until death
the crackle of machine guns.

Now in stillness
they lie
in blood pools;
their flesh
too young, too large
to hide.