Gathering the fragments of the day,
one by one.
The dance, the walking, the drawing
into the centre of you.
And here I find all that is,
crying out for justice.
My people, what have I done to you?
Haiti. Heaven knows
how we can live with ourselves.
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Farewell
We never want to let go of them, those we love. How could it be any different than that? We loved them, hold them still ...
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