Madeleine GENESTE

Women at war
Madeleine Geneste
Women standing
In the desert
All these standing menhirs
Who are just women
Under their cloak of mourning
All these standing stones
Whose soul is unknown
Whose pride is punished
These women without words
Almost without movement
Disowned by the veil
Confined to the role
Baby makers
Alone under the stars
From their thick night
Dressed every day
Are they dreaming of sunshine?
Do they move to life
Do they know love?
Are they thinking about waking up?
In the desert
The spring dries up
If it doesn't rain







