The rubble settled
after the storm of ash.
Then the screams began;
first high and peircing, disbelieving.
More frightful words came.
Then gravity brought it all crashing down to earth.
The screams grew louder
Just names.
Frantically digging
finding nothing.
Just more ash.
That night was silent
and the world was in shock.
Lights went out,
but the the minds were there.
The next morning no one talked.
When they saw someone coming
they put their heads down.
More digging.
Tears,
wetting the still ash.
Someone found a bone.
More tears.
The rubble was unstable,
they couldn't dig any longer.
A baby cried.
Then came the steady clean up.
No one ever moved on
but is stayed out of their minds on occasion
But they still heard the screams,
the desperate quiet.
They saw the graves of the fallen.
