Soot and Blood
by Joseph J. Charles
2010
Walking among the dead and the living is not normal
But that is the new life after this vast devastation
Dead bodies litter the streets of Carrefour, Grand Rue
Cite Soleil, Champs de Mars, Nazon, Bourdon and Delmas
The earth shakes and cracks. Homes collapse in the streets
With bare hands, parents are digging their children out of the rubbles
Kids are digging their parents out of this large-scale chaos
Crying and yelling and mourning amidst the dust of the city
The cathedral and the National Palace are in ruins
The streets are filled with traffic. Life is lived in the streets
We sleep and eat on the streets. We hope and cry. We become dazed
A cloud of dust fills the sky. What we knew is no more everywhere we look
people covered in soot and blood and with broken limbs wander
through the street, cry for help
Wails come from beneath huge piles of concrete mixed with steel bars.
They become prisoners, trapped in their own homes which also become tombs for many
Yet, the ingredients for success and a new beginning lie there in
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Poem is based on the 7.0 quake that hit Haiti. Read more about it here
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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