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O! Machines of Blood! (Saturday 1/16/10 Head-Lines)


Haiti: Up to 200,000 feared dead
Where are your ancestors? When will this throbbing subside? Why do the talons inject their agony inside the tattered bone? (Words shall never hold you as dear.)

UN launches Haiti relief appeal
When they did wake they began to sing. They began to chant their fortune over corpses, stepping carefully so as not to nudge them. Though they bid them rise… their beauty remained.

Quake Prompts Respite For Haitians Illegally In U.S.
Go home when time drifts over your land, return to the sun when the ground is made whole and peace puts her warm hands upon your mournful eyes.

Outside Port-au-Prince, 'towns are absolutely destroyed'
O famished ministers of grief, sinister murderers of time, hold your blood machine until they’ve chance to weep, cease your plowing until their graves are made deep.

Angry Haitians Take to Street as Relief Trickles In
Like a dog alone in a cage does make such piteous clamor when no one appears to be coming- they steal their startled love within.

© 2010 by mark prime

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