Stark white eyes bulge from little black faces
Sharply outlined orbs of milk
And Haitian children seem to ask
Why
Are
You
Here
Now?
Sooty charcoal coats their hair
Taupe grit sticks thick on every crevice every indent on every body
Swollen stomachs with anxious teeth perched inside
Still waiting
Arms crossed, hands tucked under their arms
A twist in the face
A narrowing of those barren eyes
You’re
All
A
Little
Late.
Donate to Haiti.
It was rocked by a terrible tragic travesty
There was an earthquake there, you know.
Empty whitewash words are filled with the rich reassuring green of money.
Where
Is
Haiti
Located
Again?
I forget.
Those white eyes reflect back white guilt.
Go to a Benefit Concert and watch a slideshow of pathetic looking
Haitian children and listen to Bambi eyed Americans talk about
That terrible tragedy and understand that we
Never before Google searched “Poverty stricken Haitian children” for pictures to put on our supplementary Benefit Event slide show set to melancholy yet slightly inspirational light acoustic music.
Realize that.
I hope you feel uncomfortable like me.
