At first
Nothing
I thought 'twas a truck passing by
But
I was wrong
Increasing
In force, people began to
Panic
A ripple in the ground
Overcame
The running mob, terrorizing
Them.
It stopped, and
They
Saw the destruction. All
Thought it
Had ended; said it had been
A mere
Nothing. The papers called it a
Tremor
And said it was over.
But
They hadn't wanted to
Wait
For it to be safe. I waited
Until
A feeling swept me into
The
Bliss of unconsciousness. I thought of the
After shocks
When I woke, and wondered when they would
Hit
They told me not to worry, but
I
Did. When the papers
Warned
Of them, I thought of what would happen to
Them
And their houses
Those
People did not heed those who
Were
Warning them of
The
Aftershocks. But that wasn't the
Worst
Of it. Eventually,
Those
Few people fell silent and ceased to pursue their
Cause
I thought of
The
Tremor. And of how al-
Most
All of everyone's livelihoods had suffered
Destruction.
Lives are lost
To these
Disasters, and
I dedicate
This,
My poem
Forever more.