Marie wrote this poem after hearing a story about workers becoming ill in Nicaragua from working on rubber tree and sugar cane plantations.
The Isle of Widows, Nicaragua
The heat rises, steam
With the breath of trees,
Into the air
Haunted eyes speak
Their questions of a mystery
The men of science come to study
This embarassing plague
This withering away
That leaves the widows wondering.
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