Woe-man

Caroline Arness

     Woman, why are you weeping?

My Light is gone. In darkness, emptiness is what I find.

     Woman, why are you weeping?

This darkness is the shroud which has split, through the center, of everything.

    Woman, why are you weeping?

Man made the darkness with cries of crucifixion.

    Woman, why are you weeping?

Nails drove deep.  Crimson strangled, blood extinguished my Light. 

    Woman, why are you weeping?

I know not the day nor the hour when my Light shall return.

    Woman, why are you weeping?

I weep for the prefix, “wo,” which takes the man out of me and turns the cadence of my tears into the only sound they will ever hear from me.