Charity Bryson

pink cotton
draped softly
against ecru skin
fresh unmarred

bent
she sways
wailing from her pink burka

unseen
first rock
is hurled against her

jolting pain

stones
are hurled
and hurled
into her darkness

spent silence
fills the arena

pink
burka
stained scarlet now
lifted gently
by arid wind
from the dusty dun
of a parched earth
fed by her fertile blood