The earth itself is crumbling
Along fault lines and fissures,
Its body wracked with spasms.
The earth heaves
And lets out a guttural cry.
It trembles, it flails.
And suddenly, all our solid structures,
Our concrete and steel,
Are like anthills, like straw.
They collapse like cards,
Trapping us inside, if we are lucky,
And crushing us, if we are not.
A man in Ecuador was pulled from
The wreckage of a pharmacy.
He thought his life would end there in the dark,
Such a short twenty one years.
But as they pulled him
From that stony womb, almost a tomb,
He was reborn.
He swears he was reborn,
And now he is one year old.
His life started over
When he emerged from certain death.
His nascence came at the moment of the end.