Friday, March 18, 2011

EARTHQUAKE

EARTHQUAKE

The plates shook with a heave and a sigh,
not in restful manner,
but like a phleghmatic old lady coughing,
giving up her last breath.
Like a rug shook from under and rippling still.

The waters heaved and rolled, angry at this
sudden, rude interruption of cocky bravado.
The energy began building and shot outwards
like Tell's arrow or Zeus' thunderbolt.

The people cowered in fear and began to hide
and even run.
As the waters approached, some fools watched.
Everything was given a tumble dry wet
indiscriminately.

The clean streets and meticulous lawns and heated buildings
were no more.
I thirst, was the cry.
Where's my baby?
Where's my husband, wife?

Unannounced, in the middle of the night,
who watches over you?

The death cloud is rising.
It's moving this way or that.
Everybody fears.
Are these the signs?

Fear not, I am with you.


Jason Dhanapalan
13H50 est
3.18.11

For the people of Japan, Chile, Haiti and everywhere else.