I originally wrote this sonnet after the earthquake in January, and over the last few months, it has evolved into a more narrative piece which surprised me but poems know where they want to go. Clarity has always been an issue with this one, but I'm slowly trying to clean it up.
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Wedding in Haiti, January 12, 2010
&when the steeple nailed your train to the ground
yanking you around to witness my embrace,
i realized you knew long ago, that your silence threw
the earth into rebellion--that you--dourness single
&childless blinded yourself in search of womb, forgave
my sins until the jangling bells of matrimony
&the prospect of wedding my infidelity broke your throne,
your pent fury a quake's circumference
cracking seams,appearances&illusions--
&my instinct throws me into her arms among the crumpled
granite,the bones harvested through rent flesh
&gurneys of white,flashes&photographs,disappointment.
yes,i blame you though fault finds me
and in contempt,claims her as well
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