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A couple of poems for Haiti

HAITI

Tears of dust

Fall from façades

That hang, for a moment,

On the bones of architecture.

The degrading rubble wears the scent of decay.

Today- the buildings died!

But more...

Because within the random crypts

Are encased the fragments of life.

Family trees have been amputated

And the amputees weep for their lost limbs.

 

 

 

IT’S BEEN A HARD WINTER

We have potholes,

Black pox marks in tarmac,

Ruptures in asphalt skin,

Jolts on the steering wheel,

Scars on tyres,

Cups for rainwater-

They have fallen homes.

They would prefer potholes!

(02.02.10 for Haiti)

◄ Under the Machine

Change of venue for The Poetry Train ►

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Val Cook

Thu 4th Feb 2010 10:24

Yes, Tony to both poems.

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