The tremor in the field was
like That of the broken
Those who loved
Those who lost.
It was not only in the field
but in the park
Where the children played.
But they are gone, never
to return.
It was in the skyscrapers
On the freeways
In schools
In homes.
It was everywhere.
The little of what was left
covered the roadways
Few searched for the broken
the Loved
the Lost.
Few were found
the tremor in them still alive
the tremor would last
forever.
