Bomb

This is another of the poems that I have written, this time in connection with the interview given by a survivor of an explosion that she experienced in childhood and including memories related by others.

           Bomb

Spitting, searing flames

 grasp at children,

smothering in confined

space  -  can't breathe   -

     can't hear   -

               screaming,

terrified;

burning building

hungrily traps five
 lives, young girls,
small boys;

hold tight to one
another   -   run!

crying, panicking,
deafened children
step   over      ha  ck  ed
thing lying on the
          floor;

woman's body,
                    bloodied
unmoving
                             still;

 choking   heat   -
         run!

small figures
     burst
out of
        doorway    -
 keep running,
     running
                            RUN!

away from
       unbelievable       horror     -

                              

massive   explosion
           just
removed  her from this earth.