Bomb Poem by Paloma Castaneda

He remained on his knees,
Brought there by the chaos of the preceeding
moments
And the horror that befell him.
There he knelt,
Just by the bomb-blasted breach
Now bearing a body.
He didn't need to see the face,
For he knew that it could only be one person
Lying in th gaping hole before him.
The moment he realized it,
He stuck his arms out from his sides
And screamed, and screamed, and screamed.
He heard no noise,
Amidst the chaos he felt no pain,
Only the agony of his entire world being torn
apart.
Eyes shut,
He looked upwards as if solace might be
found there,
But all he found was more torture.
Loss was by no means foreign,
But amongst the horrors he witnessed daily,
A loss so close seemed alien.
Collapsing over his knees,
He wept into the harsh desert landscape,
Pounding his fists in anger.
For an eternity,
He stayed there
Doubled over on the rocks.
As always,
He picked himself up and walked away,
And his life moved on.