once again the earth <br />stealthily gnawed at her own margins <br />entombing gods and humans alike. <br />freezing all human activity <br />in its innocent sleep <br /> <br />the buried gods <br />from the earth below <br />bear witness to <br />frozen petrified children <br />still at their study… <br />panting parents <br />under the dead weight <br />of their young ones… <br />a just fed infant alive <br />with a mouthful of milk <br />in the arms of a mother dead… <br />a life entrapped for thirteen days <br />with its breath still intact… <br /> <br />the debris of several limbs <br />under the rubble of once <br />a make believe world <br />and <br />piles of decaying bodies <br />impatiently await <br />a mass burial <br />as bulldozers devise <br />bizarre beds <br />for the dead amid the rubble… <br /> <br />overwhelmed and stunned <br />the sorrow of the world <br />erased its boundaries <br />to find one another <br />once again. <br /> <br />*(A RE-POST IN SYMPATHY WITH THE QUAKE VICTIMS OF IINDONESIA. this is written after an earthquake in iran a couple of years ago. it's published by postcolonial discourse, an online literary journal from canada)<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-force-3/
