Tremors Poem by Robert Page

Five in the morning,
He woke up to find,
His city was burning,
No trace left behind.

His people were fleeing,
From a terrible roar,
And without even thinking,
He burst out thjrough the door.

His feet were now shaking,
Along with the ground,
And his building was making,
A terrifying sound.

As his tower collapsed,
In a pile of rust,
He was quickly trapped,
Choking on dust.

And as he lay there,
trapped and dying,
With blood in his hair,
His country was crying.


A memorial to the victims of the Kobe earthquake,17 january 1995.