They had all gathered
Around the pond,
A body from where they called upon the spirits -
Spirits of the vanquisher.
Split hymens now sung the hymns,
Swelling and rotten breasts were the master orators
Bruised hands bore pieces of parchment
And an attempt was made to create bonfire
In water.
The parchments were swung into the pond,
And the names of the rapists charred down,
A rare sight -
It was snow born from fire.
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