Haiti

Pompei, Bhuj, Tangdhar, Port au Prince
Not my turn yet, not yet.
The sun still shines across eclipses on my doorstep.

Echo, echo, rumbling, calling, 
Once more, one more, yet one more…
Civilization falling

Cry, cry, rising, 
Distant wordless sky
And we remain, 
Here, 
Only here, 
Under it all
Unheard, unable to hear
Crumbling, bit by bit.