The Earth Still Rings

Days later and still the earth
rings like a bell. Groans. No, wait—
that's the sea moaning unsettled
against the trembling mountain.

No, that sound is too terrible to hear
or encompass with pathetic fallacies.
That sound is shattered limbs
and slowly fading breath.

That sound is rubble mounded above
fragile lives. Without food or water
in tropical nights that can turn
from black velvet to claws of ice.

That sound is bare hands clawing
at debris. Where is. Where are.
Days later and still the earth
rings with our cries, you and I.

International Red Cross
Medicine sans Frontiers

Collection available! Knocking from Inside