The Earthquake
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by Michelle McGrahan Devlin
On The Eve
Of the Great Summit,
Deep thunder shakes
This ancient land.
East to West
Great storms are brewing,
Whirlwind skies
Of hourglass sand.
"Oh Great Leaders,
Listen closely,
Listen wisely,
Listen well,
Can you hear her?
Can you feel her?
Do you know the tale she tells?"
On the Eve
Of the Great Summit,
Native Mother grumbles loud.
From her womb
Black blood is seeping...
"Oh Great Leaders,
Heed her now!"
On June 23, 2010 an earthquake rumbled across Eastern Canada like an great underground freight train. That same day dignitaries from across the world were arriving in Toronto to prepare for the G20 Summit. By evening we were being warned of tornadoes in our region. News accounts of the oil spill in the Gulf continued to dominate our newscasts, and I imagined the continent of North America like a great Native Mother, angry and foreboding, while the ominous and relentless beat of drums filled the air. It inspired me to write the following poem.
