Poetry
Perrault, John
John Perrault Ethiopia In the coldest part of the dark on the road to Asmara the Eritreans prepare to attack the UN convoy. Ethiopia, down to the bone with famine, approaches without rain, without...
...Trust them to know when her breasts are too bitter to suck...
...And the convoy comes...
...Surely it would swell the belly of her children least...
...She passes slowly, a stone jug on her head, as if some well were waiting nearby, dug by the soldiers...
...The polished shells piled by their pointed guns gleam in her eyes...
...And the promised grain...
...Ethiopia, down to the bone with famine, approaches without rain, without rice—she's far too thin to beg...
Vol. 119 • August 1992 • No. 14
