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