The cloud rises, a tight, clenched fist that pummels the sky.
And somewhere, in some distant land, strangers herald
Themselves for a success that they do not understand.
We stare, transfixed, confused, in awe
At the dusty cloud in the finite air
Skin prickles as if fire dances
Across our bodies.
Buildings crumple,
Rubble. Life,
It shatters
Dead.
And
Gone.