Friday, January 15, 2010
HAITI/ QUAKE/ 2010
Pulled down to earth, beneath the ground
smashed to gravel,
are you walking, are you sinking?
Does your body draw away
from your dusty breath
to split this minute from forever?
Yet your skin is flowing red,
you see your life walk the edge,
as a villain seems to press
his hand against your mouth.
Try going back to live your hope,
will I be alive?
Still the crimson flows.
You are grey without your soul.
Have you faith that you exist
when it seems as if you don't?
You learn quickly in this place
where a quake has pushed you down
to inhabit an abyss.
You've little time to decide
if you're dead or yet alive.
And now you'll try
to take a walk
through shattered stone.
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