Three feet away the jagged line runs as marked an…
Three feet away the jagged line runs
as marked an hour ago when the earth collapsed
even now the crowds stream in
for the loved ones, the lost ones, the missing ones.
i sit here, by the crater rim, pondering
the mangled mass that lies beneath.
tracking the harsh pale mist rising.
as the last tuft of soil tumbles in.
wailing screams, blaring horns,
creaking iron and hurried shouts
can’t alter the finality of the wreckage
can’t arouse the deathly silence of destruction
time has not watered down the sharp edges
nor blended in the new soil mounds.
rain has not filled the newborn hollow
with the summer’s seeds and leaves.
Death mourns not for those passed away
Victors not weep for the fallen
Life shall not regret life gone by