Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Poem of the Day: and so the blast made us . . .

and so the blast made us
look again, turn around and look over our shoulders,

at the entrance to the Metro that we had just left.
and there were then some

people staggering out, covered in dust, some
covered in blood,

not always their own.
and then there were military

running toward us, past us, down
the stairs into the tunnel and

we reached out to the people who had staggered out,
and we sat them beside the wall,

we pulled our water bottles out of our backpacks
and we gave them what we had to drink,

The medics arrived and began to
take charge and direction of

all the others who were coming out of the Metro
tunnel, and the medics looked at us

and asked if we were all right, we
then realised that we too

were lightly coated in dust,
had faint flecks of blood,

our ears ringing and our eyes burning, we were
indistinguishable from the rest.


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