The Town Beauty

There she lay in a pool of blood,
Speared and maimed,
Mute and lifeless,
Base and worthless.

There she lay, the butchered woman,
The butchered woman, daughter of a chief,
The daughter of a chief, the town beauty.

She lay in a pool of blood, nude as she was born,
Fierce, as if hours ago not lovely to touch,
Already beggining to steam like fresh dung,
No one knew she was a daughter of a chief.

She lay mid a group frightened women,
Women who were mad with grief,
Men that were there fumed with fury,
That a beauty should enter the ground so young.

There she lay silenced forever,
With her beauty crossed,
Her eyes forever shut from the world,
Soon the ground was to swallow her