It is a small country.
There is nothing one man will not do to another.
The Visitor, Carolyn Forche
In the jungle some girls have disappeared.
Far away an auntie is wondering
Why doesn’t she write?
In the city some children have disappeared.
Around the corner someone’s auntie is wondering
Why doesn’t he call?
In the country some women have disappeared.
On farms, in towns, in places all over the map
aunties are wondering Why doesn’t she visit?
Has the world become such a small country?
Whatever moon and rain may be,
the hearts of men are merciless.*
*Two Poems About President Harding, James Wright