Toussaint, Henri, Des Salines;
Are you watching?
Dont turn your eyes away;
Their pain, is our pain, is your pain;
Many, many, many will fly,
Past the angels hungry,
To eat of souls;
Open your arms to comfort them;
Those giant turtles of legendary fancy;
Have argued, again;
Reeking havoc with your earth,
Causing your people to rush out,
Screaming in the night,
With hands grasping heads;
Here I am, here I am, here I am,
Now the ruins must be
Lifted and the half dead,
Eased out to eat dust;
Dust, that feeds life in
A war zone of the mythical ones;
Elephant bearers who shifted;
They are broken,
They are hungry, they are thirsty
Haiti's people
They have been gourged open;
Mouths opened, hearts opened;
Like sieves their tears flow;
Yet it will not wash
The grime, nor the blood,
Nor the suffering off;
This zone of war, on shifting strata;
Only time will cleanse and renew.
Gillena Cox
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiti-s-pain/
