Sunday, July 5, 2009

Rubble

Dust in the air making me sneeze

Broken walls, ruins surround me

My sister waving from afar

Taking a picture of the deafening surrounding

Chaotic atmosphere, feeling eerie

Not by the chattering people all around me

I glance up at a lamp post

Rusted by corrosion? Or eroded by war

I march towards my sister who’s hiding

Behind a camera, taking photos

I grab her arm and drag her away

With the gritty aftertaste of debris

Dryness of sand and dust in my mouth

Leaving the rubble behind never to be forgotten

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