Gulls scavenge among the rubble of
that quake piled along the broad beaches,
perhaps someday to be washed away
by the sea, the memory soothed, smoothed
over by saline waters.
winds yet come, now whipping the desert
soil into devils swirling around
lots devoid of homes & Cathedral.
Before a niche tomb, a man sits on
a wooden box, drumming to lilting
song of sax & voices. Grave upon
grave, now some tiled, decorated with
prized belongings of those who perished
15 August 2007
Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 150 journals; she has published 12 chapbooks of poetry and 18 anthologies. In March 2011, the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada chose her verse as poem of the month. Caputo has done over 200 literary readings, from Alaska to the Patagonia. She travels through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. “With my writing, I hope to create bridges of understanding between us [all].”