After the earthquake I wrote here, here and here about hearing my friend Magalie Boyer on the radio, being interviewed on the American Public Media show The Story. Hers was one of the respectful, loving, and deeply sorrowful voices coming out of Haiti in those terrible days, an articulate Haitian woman speaking her sadness about what had happened to her country.
This week Magalie shared a poem with me that she wrote about the earthquake, and I immediately begged her to let me share it for Poetry Friday.
Here it is.
by Magalie Boyer
Some things we lost in the earthquake:
The Ministry of Planification and of External Cooperation and the Ministry of Public Health
The Ministry of Finance and of the Economy and the Palais de Justice
The Primature and the DGI
The National Palace
Sainte Trinite and Sacre Coeur
The Wesleyan Church of Carrefour-feuilles
Maxo’s records, complete with his new-born picture, from Chancerelle
And Mario, who was 17 and albino
Marie-Lucie, a nursing student, Marie-Lucie and her 98 classmates
The habit of hearing harmony in the city’s cacophony
(As if the ensemble of tap-taps and 4x4s could be a choir!)
Our casual relationship with rank misery
The ability to match our tears to our grief
The mask of sufficiency
The fig leaf of society
Here is today's Poetry Friday roundup.
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