There is a paved road in the Canadian Northwest
that has asphalt soaked in the blood of women.
the stains are decades old,
holding the stories of the vanished.
Indigenous ladies hitchhiking to escape
from the perils of violence and poverty
and to go to a faraway place
only to be lost on the Highway of Tears.
Picked up by a complete stranger
with the devil perched on their shoulder.
the ladies did not know or imagine
that they were hitchhiking into Hell,
escorted by the souls of the damned
who drove off without a thought
of the soon to be decaying carcass
they left behind to be absorbed into the soil.
The so-called justice system
ignored the cries of the families
for them to search
for their mothers, sisters and daughters
until the bodies and the missing
piled up into a mass burial ditch.
Ignored and beaten down by all.
Precious ladies vanishing into the night
against the outcry of communities
that were held powerless.
Beautiful ladies whose bodies lay
in the Highway of Tears.
July 21, 2016
© Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2016