O'er the cobblestone came the woman,
Shredded plastic -lapping in her wake.
"I've nae a roo- phor shelter nor cell signal to summon help with-
The Quake hath shaken my house to matchsticks!'

"I hath thirst in my mouth and hunger writhing in my belly!"


"Here's a quarter, go call someone who cares. And get oph my lawn."