In a sudden spasm
She convulsed, fury vented
Hillside, slope side,
All tumbled in a cataclysm of shredded timbers
...
Caressed at night
By the moon’s gentle beams
Hugged warmly at noon
By the Sun’s infinite fluorescence
...
Those far off days,
Dreams were dreams.
Our hearts heard,
The incantatory chants of our oracles
...
A crashing spasm,
Birthing surreal silence
Dark, dank, decrepit blackness
Trapped!
...
Like a bird pregnant with fibroids
The stricken eagle,
On wounded sinews
Cragged the mountain top
...
The Great Tumble
In a sudden spasm
She convulsed, fury vented
Hillside, slope side,
All tumbled in a cataclysm of shredded timbers
And clanging china
With juddering quivers,
She spewed forth her insides,
Palace and Hovel,
Cascaded undignified,
As chaos wedded
In a union of broken flesh and twisted metal
Surreal silence…stabbed by shrill screams
Of the maimed and the dying, birthing
A cacophony of echoes
As Racing sirens and rotored birds clattered for space,
In the race of the Samaritans
Amidst the bedlam of the dying and the dead,
Diggers and Tippers raced for space, as
Gnawed fingers burrowed warm flesh
From a sandwich of fire, smoke, and cindered walls