3-11

This pounding in my ear
It makes it so clear.
Death is an alcove,
A desire; not a threat.
How can I leave them,
My children
My world?
How can radiation,
Proclamation withhold
All this crunch of hurt
Conflicted
For what it’s worth.
Tsunami washed
Was once, my home
My husband gone
The stakes of lonely people lay
Aghast, I am alone.
An earthquake
Shatters bones.
Shimmy down the wreckage,
Cast between the lines that nature wrote
In haste and vigil.
Who is to blame?
This catastrophe
Of deserted towns,
Crumpled villages,
Demolished cars.
Where is God
To pull us through
the mighty hands
That mourning drew?
Chemicals leak out
From skin cells,
Bus rails,
Metallic boat sails.
Frail
Am I.
Falling into the abyss
Of quaint misunderstandings.
No dogs, barking,
The lull of city talk
Is dull
And quiet.
Nuclear Malfunction.
Great Destruction.
Fallacies of grandeur
And sinew
Clings onto thick black tar
Feathers as
They drown in water.
Deep and valiant.
Veracious, my grief revealed.
My children
What life
Can they live now?
Where’s the rescuers?
Where’s the relief?
My defeat
Of unknown future
Calamities
Graze upon
The blinking switchboard.
I am stranded.
I cannot touch, caress, love
Anything near
Or
Contamination might unveil
And devour me whole.
Surrounded by remains.
Bloated bodies
Stuck in the drains.
Cries, they can no longer hear.
Buildings crash lower
Than my thrashed furloughed fear.
Shambles,
In shambles
Broken to the core
Disembodied, thrashed
And thoroughly bored.
Everything
That was exploded, past, and frayed.
Toxic,
I am toxic
You’d better be afraid.
For all the heavy denial people
Say
Tomorrow will only be better,
There’s proof
Within the rubble
There’s proof
Within my cage.