Molten lava, careens down
The angular lines of his chauvinistic face
Etching, engraving, chiseling a linocut of it
With crevices, nooks, crannies
Chasms of the Grand Canyon
Just as deep
He can feel his eyes no more
He feels as she felt less than a decade ago*
He wants to scream but cannot
There is no word or voice for pain such as this
Mind blank,
Eyes blind,
Deaf as a stone,
But not unfeeling,
For now he feels with his face,
Not his organs of lust and mind of vengeful hate.
*Sonali Mukherjee is still fighting for justice, 9 years after her three attackers rendered her deaf, blind and disfigured with acid.
