Death Throws
It's four a.m. you are sound asleep
when you are awakened suddenly
at first it is a small vibration, then
turns into a house shaking event
You scramble to find purchase on the floor
but you can't seem to find balance
you hear the crashing of pictures
as they fall from the wall to the tile below
As you bounce from wall to wall, frantic
you try to reach your children, who are now
Screaming for you in high pitched madness
as a crack forms in the wall, then the floor
The shaking, now so violent, the sound
so terrifyingly loud, you reach them
only to find a jammed door, you shoulder
it open, grab your children, Now,
How do we get out? wheres my wife?
you stumble down the stairs, half of which
are now broken, to find that the front door
is gone, so is the living room, decimated
Where's my wife? where's the dog?
You are now outside where you fall
the violence is all around you, devistation
beyond the imagination, though it is dark
Where's my wife? my dog? I have the kids
Suddenly the house collapses into itself
then as soon as it began, it ends
Where's my Wife? my dog.
You succumb to your fear, hold your children
so tightly, you fear they might just slip away
as the sun rises to the east, it is clouded by dust
you can now see the chaos that is ahead of you
Everything gone, the house, the car
neighbors who are alive are lost, screaming
their property gone, all of it, just like yours
Where's my Wife, Where's my dog?
Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2010
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