A Pack of Cards

Keith Jeffries

A Pack of Cards

 

I staggererd through the debris to reach my home,

there I saw floor upon floor condensed.

One floor on top of the others,

like a pack of cards.

It was unrecogniseable, unimaginable,

transformed into a tangled mesh of concrete and iron.

My home was all I had, I had nowhere else to go,

a blinding flash, the target of a random missile.

It had obliterated, my past and all my possessions.

My family had been with neighbours,

they were safe but distraught.

An image formed in my mind,

a horrifying scene of mangled corpses,

crushed beneath a pack of concrete cards.

  • Author: Keith Jeffries (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 19th, 2024 12:42
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