For Sameen

I know a guy in Kathmandu, a decent kid,
A poet. Now, I'm hoping that he's still
Alive. The earth has shifted near his
Home, the giant earth, its floating plates,
Against each other, grinding by,
Unconscious, not at all concerned
With decent kids in Kathmandu.
The city's flat. So many died,
Each a loss, I know, to someone,
But I never learned their names.
His, I have, and I am hoping he
Still is alive.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-27 at 12:09

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