Je me souviens the beautiful singing of hymns from tens of thousands in the streets, the soft sounds rolling for miles like an endless dirge before coming back to start again.
Je me souviens the lonely UN helicopter hovering above the dark city, like an angel aghast.
Je me souviens the distant fires by the sea that gave shape to a soft night than had no end.
Je me souviens the quiet streets in the hot sun where stoics carried boards with corpses in sheets.
Je me souviens the U.S. Marines guarding State Dept. employees rushing scared through the throngs in the dark.
Je me souviens la crie, Il est mort, encore et plus encore.
Je me souviens, Medicin! Medicin!
Je me souviens mega tons of concrete reshaped by a rupture in the earth.
Je me souviens the beautiful way Haitians pronounce Haiti in Creole — ah-EE-ti.