"My wife, my child...
all the ghosts of Mars...
rise on the air,
trailing in the starlight:
into the fiery arms
of H'ronmeer...

...and I remember:
My daughter was dying.
The Torch-Bearers
come to brand her.
To prepare her
for the pyre.

Mad with sorrow,
I fought them;
took that poor, wasted
girl in my arms; ran
into the desert: cradled
her... caressed her...
as she died."

J.M. DeMatteis
Martian Manhunter No. 4 (of 4)
1988