Dumbfounded– 5.12 Earthquake in Sichuan
On the other end
of the planet, my wound
is torn open once again,
thirty-two years later.
The TV screen goes blank
as I stare at it.
My words are no words,
tears no tears.
A blood stained arm reaching
out of concrete debris,
a hand is held tight
by a hand outside.
A backpack, a shoe…
scattered in the rubble –
the identities of the lost.
Time leaves lives behind.
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