Tectonic plates slipped,
Seismic waves gyrated,
The Earth’s crust punctured
crushing life and longings,
The roofs came down.
Dreams vanished just as
air from a punctured balloon
The bread winners of the family, gone,
Women and children,
belongings and livestock,
everything buried alive.
In the vortex of fury,
nothing is left
except,
a pile of wrack and ruin
Trees uprooted,
Everything scattered
like planets thrown out of orbits
Elements fell silent
under searing pain
No one, left to heave a sigh
or anyone to be traumatized
over the after shocks
‘Tout est complet’