Helped to my feet by the

Kindness of strangers

A solid wall of dust drenches me

As I stumble through

rubbled streets and

dreams

 

Grey ash of disbelief

coats us all

As we wear the

ashen mask of pallid fear

 

In the silence of panic

We work

haul ash

Lift stones

Digging

Digging

Digging
While they sleep in their

Living graves

buried beneath

twisted beams and

wreckage

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