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Beichuan 7.9
by
Henry Igbinedion
Constipated, tremulous…
Her fury vented
In a sudden bowel spasm.
Hillside, slope side,
All tumbled in a cataclysm of shredded timbers
And clinking china.
Convulsed,
She puked forth her insides,
Palace and Hovel,
Cascaded undignified,
As chaos wedded
In a union of Mangled Flesh and broken 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 pizzas raced for pace, as
Gnawed fingers burrowed warm flesh
From a sandwich of fire, smoke, and tinkered walls.
Puny Man!
Taken into the abyss, will
From the epicentre,
Sprout the stout limbs
To invigorate the Earth,
Bringing to the fore,
Life as we know it. |
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