Don, I tried calling when California's BIG ONE …..hit,
but there was ‘no service' on phone, so I quit ….
.....trying to call you.
BUT, if there'd been ‘service' I may have said:
"Holy Mackerel!God save us, or we'll BE all ……..dead! !
It's brother Brian.Thanks for taking my call.
The "End" is upon us, for surely all shall FALL ….
.....into the Pacific, and NONE of us will survive!
It's 2: 30 P.M. here; there in New York, it's half …
...past five.
The noise IS so thunderous, the shaking's SO ….SEVERE! !
We and our neighbors are filled with MUCH ……FEAR,
and a certainty that our lives are now SO over.
Soon we'll be ‘pushing up daisies', perhaps also ….clover! ! !
The sirens (a few)are beginning to wail NOW,
but, to reach us, ‘emergency workers' will need a PLOW,
.....(a huge one!) .
But there are NO "plows" which can ever survive …
….the destruction around us; & we'll NOT BE …. alive ….
…..even if they CAN get to our shredded street,
once a fine neighborhood so quiet AND so neat! !
So this is: ‘Goodbye'.Say: ‘Hello', to your wife.
IF we ever meet again, it WON'T be in THIS ……life!
Bye-bye."
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(August …30th …2018 ….2: 33 P.M. Pacific Time)
A fascinating poem that shows the relationship between brothers. When natural disaster happens and hits us our immediate relatives are the ones to be notified first. A heartwarming poem full of fun.
Swain strikes again, ....with a comment. Thanks, Dillip. ;) bri
While in Calif. we had experienced a small one. A terrifying experience. Can’t imagine how one would react with a big one. But at that moment nothing else would come to mind accept running outside....
I can imagine how terrible it is when natural disaster strikes. That's when the fear of the end approaching gives us a totally helpless feeling. I can relate to this feeling fully well, trying to reach out to your brother. Hope your elder brother is fine now. In 26th July 2005, we had floods in Mumbai. My whole house was flooded and we lost everything. Luckily, my husband, my daughter and me, saved our lives. In fact, this is our second life now.........10
I could enjoy this poem better in the wake of a similar disaster in our state, not an earthquake but a flood! This was exactly the nature of messages exchanged between siblings, close relatives and friends, After a while, it was all silence as all the means of communication got cut! Enjoyed the fun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem hit like an earthquake!