The Subterranean Grunt Poem by Henry Igbinedion

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