“[My Ancestors Speak from Unmarked Graves]”

Content Warning

This work grapples with war and genocide.

An image of an erasure poem. It reads: just a two-hour drive from fact, you will find the bones of our chapel. A little further, the testimony of desert men, or packed ashes. Those who come to Der-Zor go back without names, naked and tattooed with blue ink.

“[A Survivor, To Her Savior],” Pleiades special folio: “Silences of War: Erasure Within Conflict,” Vol. 42, No. 2, February 2023.

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