What A Sad Tuesday Afternoon - January 12,2010… Poem by Hebert Logerie

What a Sad Tuesday Afternoon - January 12,2010…

The Haitian tom-tom, the Compas will remain sad
For a long time
And the people, our people will remain mad
For some time
The seismic river of death
The painful tears have shredded
The fibers of the poor hearts embedded
Buried alive where few are left
Scrambling at the cataclysmic trial.

Dial 911, no response
Call, call, no dial, no dial
Tone, no rescuers, no dance
No dancing tonight
That’s right
All of the dancers
Are dead
The musicians are dead
And the executioners
Are dead too
Grown-ups are perished, children are lost
In the ditches, babies are engulfed in toxic dust
It is unusual to
Fathom the unimaginable
Half a minute, to think of the incredible
Force of Nature, to live in hell on earth
And to predict the impossible
The Olympian sleeping on the turf
Is dead, dead
This is miserable.

Dust, smoke, fire
Everywhere; the Empire
Is no more. Gold is worthless
Money is senseless
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to run to
No street peddlers
No beggars, no drivers
No merchants
No, no cats and no dogs parading
The corners; total silence
In downtown Port-au-Prince
Nobody to sing
Nobody to hum Ave Maria
The bankers failed to call today
Today is only the second Tuesday
Of a brand new year; Caramba
Tonnerre! Anmwe, God d…
I am not going to say it
I should have gone to Cape Cod
I cannot stand, I can’t say it
I am suffering internally
I am dying slowly
With my brothers
And sisters.

Copyright© February 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of “Mounts And Valleys of Love”
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