Discovery of the Death Pit
A Red Cross worker pokes around the ruins of Ludlow, looking for hotspots.
Worker: The sickening smell of death spreads across, as spasms create devilish curses filling the blackened air with hatred. The coal has made beasts of men and victims of children.
The scraping of the bed frame. The worker runs to investigate.
Mary’s hand exits the pit. Worker helps her out; she is coughing and wheezing. In one arm – her dead baby. Worker recoils, they make eye contact.
Mary: Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Yearning for breath in a war of suffocation. Suffocating rights, compassion, humanity. As the pollution seeps in, lighting their souls into flame, their smoke creeps through. Creeps through the door, through the canvas, through the floor and through my mother’s arms. Because I am but a huddled mass, yearning to breathe free.
No comments:
Post a Comment