February 2010
1 post
haiti & hate
there is dust on your face and arms
white cheeks, the makeup of debris
needy eyes sunlight focused
but dazed distant amidst fallen walls
and heaped home wreckage
that wishes to keep you
who knows which others lie silent & below
as arms strain to reach
you remain impassive
numb to words that cannot comfort
amidst unyielding destruction
outside and within —- these still forms...