magnitude 7.8
dead nerves piling up
beneath the rubble
my shaking quandary
disposes hundreds
trapped in hundreds
below the aftershocks
i cannot recall
the damage of it all
nor begin to relay
the damage to a nation
swift in mourning
& hell’s damnation
no words reverse
from an angry god
whose senseless burst
neurons detect
the hurling out of
whatever’s next.

Clive Gresswell



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