Treasure Island

Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


23feb Which Is Worst?


no sleep
as many

so many
aftashocks

and strong
6 areas in cbd

Christchurch
Borough District

where people
still trapped
await fear what?

which is worst?

screams chill
agony
buried in rubble

bone broken
limbs torn
dust fear chokes

survivors
pinned alive
injury torment

or silence
where staff
make no sound

sandwiches
building
domino layers

slowly precisely
kiwi men
hand pick rubble

without pause delay
through aftashocks
rescue resolute mind set

screams still heard
mind shudder echoes
in ebb silence aftermath


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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