clamour

I turned off the sound.
A gorgeous celebrity in something expensive was announcing
the triumph of another celebrity to great applause and music.
On the next screen the earth had shaken the roof and walls
crushing heads and limbs, and bodies piled
in the ruins of Port-au-Prince
and there was no water no time
no music no gorgeous gowns
no food no light no roofs
just a giant shrug falling dragging
flesh into the broken blocks
and shattered bones
and gave no reason but
this is done and will continue.
I could not turn off that sound.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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  2. harrietglynn says:

    touche. Right now the twitterverse is a buzz with the Golden Globes. A needed respite from bad news perhaps.

  3. riverwriter says:

    I face an emotional dilemma: art is important in the face of catastrophe, and these people have the ability to mobilize billions in aid. But the juxtaposition of the two is obscene.

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