Monday, June 05, 2023

Train Wreck in India

 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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