RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CATASTROPHES
Train Wreck in India
Twisted metal like sardine cans
Or bundles of aluminum foil
The wreckage piled over human bodies
The smell of flesh and oil
Heat beats down on rescue workers
Who labor through the night
A race to pull survivors out
While hope still holds the light
Bodies wrapped in sheets of white
Lain carefully on the ground
A grim and horror-stricken sight
We hear the mourning sounds
A woman cries for loved ones lost
A man releases swollen rage
A catastrophe at such a cost
A disaster for the age
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