Earthquake

• Peter Neale, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

A dry cry
A dark gasp
A dusty darkness
A rescuer rushes to retrieve the ruined body.
The lady in a soundless cave
Trapped amongst the metal twisted like snakes
The weight of the concrete crushing her hopes
Her life flashing before her eyes
Her dreams being smashed
Only her hand hanging out in the boiling day
I hear and sudden gasp of air
As the rescuer pulls off an avalanche of bricks
From her heavy head
Only a blur she mumbled
Only a blur
As they rush her to the hospital.
People crying
People bleeding
People dying
She was in shock
A sudden cry
A sudden weeps of sadness and despairs
All the damage
All the death
All the desperation…