Tuesday 28 April 2015

NAPOWRIMO 27 Quake

Taxi
arrives I 
jump in. Like
most 
mornings my

driver is Nepalese.

want to 
say something to
express 
my sorrow 
my solidarity for
whatever 
loss he
feels. Words fail.
He
speaks hesitantly,
Have you seen
The
news? My
Country? The earthquake?
He 
pours fourth.
That his family
are 
safe, but
many souls lost
Eighteen 
Everest dead
as mountains moved.
Of 
Cultural treasures 
reduced to rubble.

I 
realised he
didn't need my
words
trite, condolences 
just a vessel

to
capture his
own cascading grief

A portrait of Hindu goddess Lakshmi hangs on the remains of a house in Kathmandu

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