Fault Lines, Six months after

 
 
Fault Lines–
Six months after—July 12, 2010
 
The Earth has traveled half way round the Sun
Since the day it shook and sucked them down.
Down
Down and
Down
Everything fell:
Shacks and hovels smashed through sewers;
Palace collapsed like an empty egg shell.
Three hundred thousand, maybe fewer;
Thousands buried, never found.
A nation of souls, searching, searing
Buried in a human hell.
La Terre Tremble.
*
Have we forgotten what that shaking ground
Revealed for all to see, who cared to look?:
The way the streets filled up with bloated bodies;
The way the troops drove on, and let them cook.
The ‘aid’ delayed,
as if for fear of zombies
Rising from their rubble graves to run–
White eyes blazing bloody memories
of how white masters came and took by gun.
*
But—as we know—poor Haitians did not riot;
worked to pull their brothers, sisters from the ruins.
Carried those who died, and those who wouldn’t
for a while,
And those who lived.
Gave until they had no more to give.
*
A hundred miles of broken blister
oozing, live on your TV,
draped in pathos and then charity:
Nightly News
For about a week.  But even then,
If I may ask:
                          Did they let the Haitians speak?
What did the people have to say?
When they look at us what do they see?   
Do you dare to take a peek with me today?
Caught in the sun, the pocked eye turns away.
How much can the blinded stand to see? :
Band-aids slap where barricades should be.
*
 
Worldwide
They say there are a dozen cities
With at least a million people each
Lying, waiting, sleeping on a fault line;
Slum-dweller flesh to feed the breach.
*
For every year the Earth, it shivers
In the endless cold of space;
Quakes and quivers, like an ox whose skin
must knock flies from its face.
*
The fault is not the moving earth’s
–We know that quakes will come, and even where–
The problem: a crooked scheming class
That crams the poor into the cracks
And stitches them into the seams
Breaking their backs
Letting them choke
Gasping for air–
Stripping them down to their dreams,
Then bare.
*
There is no plan
No care for the people
except for the juice
that can be squeezed
from their bones
to quench the schemers’ thirst:
Markets pressure
and hearts burst.
*
(The heads of state remain aloof:
Crisis equals opportunity, after all
Helicopter blades
give the world a roof.
And there’s plenty of sweat to catch, as they fall.)
*
Outside Port au Prince:
Refugee Cities–
tents made from tarps
Flap on and on,
But only the bugs can fly.
Eyes peer out through the fraying holes;
Fingers point
At jet-liners tearing the sky.
*
First-class passengers,
Glide overhead,
travelling onto milder climes:
if they look down
between shared clouds,
see nothing
but
dirty laundry lines.       

 -J. Gallant Ramsey

            Somerville, Massachusetts 

            July 12, 2010

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2 Responses to Fault Lines, Six months after

  1. mike favazzo says:

    powerful and thought-provoling stuff brother…have you been writing a lot of poetry? You should try to get that published!

    • Joe Ramsey says:

      Thanks, Mike, for the kind words.

      Indeed, I have been writing LOTS of poetry lately, especially over the past year or so. Getting back to those creative roots…. I hope to begin posting a (timely) poem a week on this blog….And also to find more traditional print publications for other works to find a home (and a readership).

      …Coming soon will be somewhat altered and updated–and methinks improved– version of “Fault Lines.”

      Oh, and sorry it took so long to get your comment up publicly…still figuring out all the blog-management and editing stuff… 🙂

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