The waiting birds of prey
swoop over the scene,
and below the countless
dots move in desperation,
in panic, as the storm
begins and the ground
is littered by those who
could not avoid the rain
of terror that was unleashed.

The bodies scattered in a
bloody heap are dragged in
silence, as the storm ends,
dragged towards ‘safety’ and
the sobbing, wailing grief that
will follow as the distant birds
of prey leave the abject scene.

 

1/3/2024