Wednesday, January 13, 2010


100,000 people died tonight,
A few thousand kilometers from me.
God decided to rummage out
A piece of uneven earth,
And toed out a smidge of dirt.

Like kicking out a fleck
Of sand into the ocean
Which crumbles and disappears,
And you didn´t think it would vanish
But it does and goes in mounds.

And suddenly they´re all gone.

And I sit on my sofa, and listen to cars pass by.