Those breasts, those lumps of flesh They are too big for a pure woman She is cursed with beast blood Her family is tainted Half the town has crowded around her Shouting and spitting on her Her sister, flat chested and brave Stands in the way of pebbles pelting But big sister gets knocked aside And poor Kina is loaded on the leper cart Sitting between a club foot And a sick toddler She hugs her chest As if to deny her sex The cart rumbles out of town Days and days away She will be prodded at poles length Into the realm of the dead The Wall will envelope her And she will drop the toddler in shock It will wander into the nothingness Only when she steps through to the other side Will sick guilt twist her insides Only nine years old Still a girl, but scarred like an old woman