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I pick up the clay and squeeze it in my palm
Still hot from impact, crumbles within, unto the ground below
I scoop the sanded earth below, kick it also…
It sting, burns to touch…
The rocks I pick, lift, like dirt to dust….also fall below
Leaving scares upon where I had gripped them…
Something, some has struck here
But has long gone for me to identify it….
Old shrapnel lines the area, little surprise I would imagine
Alarms and signals give out deafening screams…
Light does not reach segments of this place…
Something took a shot at us…
We must bounce back, return fire…
But our enemy, the attacker…so unknown…
A foreign power? No, this is far too strong
None would risk such an unprovoked, international incident
On our earth, our soil…
I wonder then, what flogged us, what fired?
That chilling uncertainty….
Of a faceless enemy out there…
That I, we cannot see….
Having, holding such shattering, near apocalyptic potential….
The unknown of it all…
It’s nothing short of terrifying…
I feel the warmth of the smithereens still
Which I had held…
Memories that will flow in me like scalding scars forever
Like the dust does unto the ground…
Still hot from impact, crumbles within, unto the ground below
I scoop the sanded earth below, kick it also…
It sting, burns to touch…
The rocks I pick, lift, like dirt to dust….also fall below
Leaving scares upon where I had gripped them…
Something, some has struck here
But has long gone for me to identify it….
Old shrapnel lines the area, little surprise I would imagine
Alarms and signals give out deafening screams…
Light does not reach segments of this place…
Something took a shot at us…
We must bounce back, return fire…
But our enemy, the attacker…so unknown…
A foreign power? No, this is far too strong
None would risk such an unprovoked, international incident
On our earth, our soil…
I wonder then, what flogged us, what fired?
That chilling uncertainty….
Of a faceless enemy out there…
That I, we cannot see….
Having, holding such shattering, near apocalyptic potential….
The unknown of it all…
It’s nothing short of terrifying…
I feel the warmth of the smithereens still
Which I had held…
Memories that will flow in me like scalding scars forever
Like the dust does unto the ground…
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