To The World's People After This War By Eugene Ruggles
After this massacre, we will drop the smallest body bags ever made into Baghdad, they will be made of black rubber with zippers like those we filled in Vietnam, they will be from one to four feet long, for the last mothers alive in Baghdad. They will drift down as thousands of black leaves, after our missiles have burned through water and skin. We will try to drop them before the world can see the remains these last mothers alive in Baghdad will carry from our craters of sand in their broken arms the rest of their lives.
Do you still see the young Vietnamese girl running naked from Hanoi, screaming with horror with her back on fire with Napalm; her sisters running toward her from Baghdad.
Yes, we have seen to the future of Iraq-- these smallest body bags ever made if rolled up tight enough, can even fit inside the womb.
We cannot remove our government of wide graves by ourselves. We will need your help to pull us back from the desert of quicksand beneath their great fleet of knives on fire, to heal we will need your help with the impeachment and the trial of war crimes, with the prison to be built with light. In light. We will need your help to lift these tears of blood from us after Iraq.
This is what we have grown for you. This is what this Empire eats.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."