Our Grandmothers She lay, skin down in the moist dirt,the canebrake rustlingwith the whispers of leaves, andloud longing of hounds andthe ransack of hunters crackling the nearbranches. She muttered, lifting her head a nod towardfreedom,I shall not, I shall not be moved. She gathered her babies,their tears slick as oil on black faces,their young eyes […]