Moira Magneson

for the missing women of Ciudad Juárez

We are the lost and grieved.

Now, the earth, our mother.

The wind and rain, our sisters.

The waltzing mouse, fire ant, mole,

the horned toad, spider

all sisters.

Each day, we are undressed

and blessed to our bones.

Bit by bit, we articulate

from the dust. Ribs, tibias,

femurs rise to stand. Refuse

your idea of us.

Ulnas, metacarpals

extend across years,

across desert, the city,

las maquiladoras,

the courtroom—point to you.

Acusamos.