Remember her because I am not
convinced that the frothing crowds
will not return
They hurl accusation
relatives of a dead boy overwhelm
her with contorted faces
torture her long
kill her sure
say she's a witch
whose sorcery
is strong
but not strong enough
to escape their strip her naked
splash with gasoline
burn her alive
judgment
she is not witch enough
for their rage, cannot summon
the aid of police or firefighters
who try their own magic
to save her
life
"she admitted to killing the boy"
this admission
in the midst of
torture
so they brand her with hot iron, tie her to
a pile of tires, fire their judgment
"police outnumbered by onlookers
cannot intervene" in the face
of despicable act
governments speak out
after the fact
but she is
dead
what good is their condemnation
this poem
these tears
in the presence of her
charred body, her life
gone
She is woman, another woman
killed by accusation
one of two/thirds women
battered at home,
of the one/half
raped
only the word "witch"
and fire is justice enough
"large troubling trend"
is what the newspaper
calls torture, willing witnesses
smoke-filled screams
the smell of burning human flesh
a "major barrier"
to Papua New Guinea's
development
a deadly development for Kepari Leniata
remember her name
remember the accusation
that killed
her
© Valerie Bridgeman
February 9, 2013
FOR February 8, 2013
Based on a story from February 6 in Papua New Guinea, http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/02/07/kepari-leniata-young-mother-burned-alive-mob-sorcery-papua-new-guinea_n_2638431.html?utm_hp_ref=world
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