Poem by Elizabeth Black

Atrocities

Corpses pile up
in Tigray 
as millions flee
flies and hunger
risking death
or worse.

Women carry
on boney hips
and backs 
scraps of children
and home,
escape the last
house to house
cleanse of history
swept instead
into Sudan’s
dusty camps

displaced
to scratch a living
fed turmoil
fed atrocity
purged of aid
not yet culled

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Elizabeth Black is a painter and poet living in Northern Virginia who exhibits and publishes her work widely.  She recently retired from 40 years of nursing, many of those years working with the indigenous and subsistent farmers in developing countries.  In comments about her relationship to food issues Elizabeth said, "who would guess that nursing would lead me to identify and study nutrient values of foods found the tropics or develop chicken and pig cooperatives?  Food is always an issue in health care in poor and wealthy countries.”

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