could they catch the rain?

Did it rain in Port-au-Prince,
to drench the broken blocks,
still the dust and drown the cries,
fill cupped palms, wet parched lips;
and was there crockery Continue reading

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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 Continue reading

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Poet has entered the building

Kalashnikovs spurt
attar of nubile iron-manacled
virgins festooned in gold;
rose blossoms
explode in miasmas of rubble
and dessicated corpses,
atom-thin plasma of rose-petal
embraces gyring teflon-jacketed
petitions sprayed indiscriminate; Continue reading

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