The poem is a first-person cry from someone who has just lived through an earthquake. It opens with the sound and feeling of the quake itself, "shake shake," then moves quickly to the damage: houses gone, people crying so much they seem to make a river. The speaker lists nearly everyone they could love or depend on, from friends and parents to aunts and siblings, and says they are dead, hurt, or lost.
What the speaker feels is overwhelming and hard to sort out. There is hunger, fear, and a question that keeps coming back: where do I go, what do I do? Crying brings no relief, only pain and sore eyes. The ending is the most striking part. The speaker says they hate themselves without knowing why, which suggests grief mixed with confusion or guilt.
The mood is raw and desperate. The broken spelling and missing punctuation make the words feel unpolished and urgent, as if they were written in the middle of the shock rather than after it.