Muslim Girl

by Joan Michelson

When they had finished with her and with her mother
she climbed a tree and hung herself – a girl
in a red sweater that her mother had knitted.
This is one front page image I remember
from the Srebrenica massacre.
If we could live inside the memory of ‘Once
there was a village that was undisturbed’,
by now she’d be a mother knitting sweaters
for her daughter. I can picture my fingers
unbuckling the belt she slung around a branch
and seeing her slim bare legs swinging down.
Feet on earth again, up she springs and runs.