Like a tidal wave against a stone wall and the shatter of glass,
Unheard prayers on rooftops and in churches and in desperation.
The roar of crumbling concrete as it dissolves to dust.
The crying of parents of lost, dead or dying children.
Trees being ripped apart like pieces of paper and then engulfed in flame.
The shriek of a baby as she starves and doesn’t know why or who to blame.
Like an army of ghosts with nothing left.
And then nothing.
Deafening nothing.
In a place where the sea meets the tears of disaffected dead
In a wasteland of rubble and scrap metal where the earth and the air is still.
And no one cries for help because they lost their voices to panic and pain.
Just the gentle lapping of waves of polluted water and rain.
Giving way to nothing
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