Ashley Simpson: Dry Bones

Somewhere, in the killing field, the bones are coming alive.
No amount of fire can destroy the DNA.
Finally, our sisters will tell their tales, not using their voices, using their dry bones.
There is no tree stump heavy enough, no hole deep enough, to keep them silent.
Our sisters will finally tell their stories.
Through their dry bones.
Who will be listening?


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