Hundreds of women are being slaughtered in la ciudad de Juarez.

Not Too Far From Here
smudged red lipstick
remains on the hands
of two legged coyotes
who savor women's flesh.

Not too far from here
piles of parched bones and
burgandy smocks lie in the desert
and names of maquiladoras
are etched on the skull, femur,
somewhere.

Not too far from here
women are expendable
last page news
equivalent to the peso

Not too far from here
the stench lingers through
barbwire fences
crossing the borders
and tickling our noses

Not too far from here in Juarez
hundreds go unsolved
meaningless breasts and wombs
strewn across vast amounts of land
decaying

Not too far from here
an eerie silence
covers unmentionable deaths
Brujas blancas are working overtime
calling on the Virgen for assistance

Not too far from here
we can hear whispers of restless souls
crying for peace
crying for justice