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Pedregosa
by Kenneth Kennon
In rolling Cauca country
North of Popayan
Near poppy fields
Neath plantain tree
Atop a little hill
Amid the soaring Andes
She stands weeping
Pedregosa
Though bent by poverty
She moves with dignity
Past the cemetery
Toward a chapel there
She seeks some sanctuary
Some strength some warmth
Some comfort in her grief
Pedregosa
Visions of fearful times
Swirl relentlessly in that place
Days and nights of terror
Threat and violence
Young men with guns
Assaulting her babies
In this sacred space
Pedregosa
I beg you not to kill my babies
They are all I have
Let them live
They are innocent
Watch your tongue woman
Can’t you see who’s in control
Their blood runs red
Pedregosa
As she kneels by a blue bench
That bore her babies bodies
Gnarled hands wipe tears
From her weathered face
And prayerfully finger a rosary
Remembering Mother Mary
Their children alike murdered
Pedregosa
In rolling Cauca country
North of Popayan
Near poppy fields
Neath plantain tree
Atop a little hill
Amid the soaring Andes
She still stands
Pedregosa
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