Earthquake

THAT TUESDAY By Andrew M. Bell

By: Phantom | 13 April, 2011
THAT TUESDAY

 

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Unit 6, 3 Quake Road By Gary Langford

By: Phantom | 9 April, 2011
Gary Langford

Unit 6, 3 Quake Road

 

 

The thief rudely bangs in at the city's elbow.

Lungs wheeze, ashes on the ground, smoking down.

You cannot funnel the heat away.

Houses have a new architecture, shocking, lost.

This is war. Trenches grow in mud land.

Nobody bikes on the hills. It is that serious, that forlorn.

Our shadows wither like the sky falls.

Funerals are early; hope reels; smoke palls.

Bodies haunt us all, whimsical, bloodied, hallow.

They leave their memories for others to use.

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