Japan in the Times

I look, but I cannot look, because I cannot see, because I cannot deal,

I cannot take--
The New York Times is too graphic, too blatant.

I see, but I cannot see death of that magnitude, devastation, destruction,

bodies…
and so I pretend-even to myself; my sheltered,

(naïve,) self,
that the people, (who two days ago were—breathing--moving-- living;)

are today,

(as they are being pulled from the rubble to find only darkness;)

in fact sleeping,

(by choice,) not destroyed--dead--unmoving--nonliving--desiccating

bodies--corpses,

among devastating--debilitating--chaos.
-- my mind hides and weeps as helpless as a child --