“where are the angels?”

One of the most beautiful and relevant poems I have read.

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For the woman gangraped by the tribe of Benjamin. 

Silent you were. You were
silenced. Not a word given you
in the whole merciless narrative.
Not a movement credited you
except one: prelude to the tale,
you returned to your father’s house
for four months. And one more
movement: footnote at the end,
you reach forward a hand.
Between that you are moved
as a pawn by primary players.

Nameless you are. You were
unnamed, called “concubine” and
“slave-woman” . Your “master”
was honoured as a “son-in-law”
yet you were no wife.

The whole story you travel between and with
the men meant to protect you. Father. Master (husband). Host.
They brutally betray you.

Father and son-in-law dine nightly
feast again and again, the two of them
then he takes you and “his other servant”

departs. Arrive in Gibeah.
Dialogue between master and servant.
Dialogue between master…

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Author: ebonyandcrows

Hello and welcome to my page~ My name is Larisa--a very common Slavic name that was either derived from the Latin word hilaris, meaning "cheerful," or from the Greek city of Larissa, meaning "strong fortress." Born in Ukraine, I emigrated with my family to America when I was still a small child and now make my home in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Growing up immersed in two vastly differing cultures led me to have a burning curiosity about people all over the world. Stemming from said curiosity, I have fallen in love with traveling to other countries, meeting new people and delving into their culture, exploring new cities, and of course, dining on the local cuisine! If I cannot escape into a different country, then my next favorite method of adventure is to lose myself in a spectacular book. I enjoy books of all genres--from fiction and novels, to biographies and ethnographies. As long as it captures my fancy and holds me spellbound the entire time, I will burn through the book like a forest fire! Because of this penchant for reading and travel, coupled with my love of deep and mysterious things, I have been often called a dreamer and I find the title suits me. With that being said, I invite you to stay a while, perhaps make yourself a cup of tea and linger through my posts and feel free to comment or share a thought :-)

13 thoughts on ““where are the angels?””

  1. Larisa, thank you for sharing this poem. So much to say and yet all I know is the world is a tragic heart ripping place. I was just sharing with a friend how “the truth” is not a pretty thing, the truth is savage and will bring us to face death. It is a harsh thing, learning you have to stop looking for angels. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. This is so powerful, says a lot. Even the title speaks a hell lot. Don’t know where this world is going, we keep hearing about these heinous acts almost everyday, feels like there are more monsters than humans and nothing powerful enough to make it all stop. Thank you for sharing this, I’m glad I found your blog.

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    1. Thank you! This post made me cry when I found it, so I’m glad it touched you too. She has a lot of incredible content.

      Thank you for such a lovely comment about my blog! It’s a labor of love, these blogs, aren’t they?

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      1. Absolutely! Actually we need more of these in today’s world. These aren’t just for grabbing attention or asking for likes and followers, it’s the truth we all need to see. You yourself are doing a wonderful job by spreading the word. Keep it up, much love ❤

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