
MENDING BONES
BY HILLARY GONZALEZ
In college, I sat in a room, painfully
lit by the overhead fluorescents,
at an uncomfortable desk meant
for someone much shorter than me,
listening to my Anthropology professor,
as he asked a room full of half-awake
students, what the first evidence of civilization was.
It was a test, which most people failed.
One intrepid student answered Egypt,
another offered the presence of agriculture,
others stared blankly–waiting for an answer.
It was a broken bone, he said.
Thousands of years ago,
a human broke their femur–
that long bone connecting hip to knee.
Had they been an animal,
they would have been left,
weakened and alone,
And as the day shortened
into the terrors of a wild night,
other animals would have crept in, no doubt,
circled around them, picking
them off as the weakest in the herd.
But this human was cared for.
Their bone was mended.
This was the pivotal sign that other humans
had wanted to care for them,
had perhaps thought of them as family,
had perhaps loved them.
Today, as I scroll on my phone,
I see video after video
of people begging to be seen as human,
of children whose limbs were blown off,
of people with no homes
holding up signs that say, “hungry,”
and I wonder if we can
still call ourselves a civilization?
Somewhere along the line,
perhaps when we traded
oral tradition for computer screens,
and living off what the earth
so readily wants to give to us,
for speedy factory convenience,
we forgot about the human
with the broken femur.
we forgot that deep down in our lineage,
we share the same tree roots.
now, I see signs in my city
as people march down the street,
saying “Jesus was a refugee,”
and I wonder if the people
yelling at the ones protesting
to protect our siblings,
would they even recognize
the face of their god,
if he were holding up a sign
in that same crowd,
demanding the deportations stop.
When did we lose our humanity?
What will it take for us
to see the value in mending
bones again–not for profit,
but because it’s what the spirit needs?

Hillary Gonzalez (she/they) is a Baltimore based queer, disabled, and AuDHD poet, whose work explores themes of eco-consciousness and reconnecting with the land, identity, and healing. They are the authors of Seasons and Wild Unfelt World, a collection of eco-poetry coming in 2026 from Gnashing Teeth Publishing. Their poems have been published by South Broadway Press, and in anthologies by Bi+ Book Gang, Yellow Arrow Publishing, Loblolly Press’ zine: Understory, a fundraising anthology for the victims of Hurricane Helene, and In Praise of Despair, an anthology for disabled artists by Beyond the Veil Press.

