Broken watches, frozen hands
pulled from landslides, from debris.
Mud-stained faces, shattered bands
crystals cracked and scratched by sand
windows on catastrophe,
these broken watches. Frozen hands
raised in prayer or command,
unheard by disaster. See
these mud-stained faces. Shattered bands
of mourners search the shattered land
while more typhoons rise from the sea.
Broken watchers, frozen hands
linked against the new demands
of mere survival, wipe their tears
from shattered mud-stained faces. Bands
of racing rain and twisting strands
of stormcloud fill the sky with fear
and broken watches.
Wristwatches found at the site of a landslide site caused by heavy rain in Kumano, Japan. Photograph: Issei Kato/Reuters
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Friday, July 13, 2018
Broken Watches
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