Typhoon Haiyan,
2013
Bodies, strewn
along streets alongside beams of steel,
Mixed with
clothing from a destroyed dry goods store,
Unsorted
flotsam, work of divine whim.
Mounds of things
which had lost their identity—
A house crushed
into debris.
The landscape
was that: destruction.
Destruction
wrought by wind and water,
All the
artifacts of skillful humankind
Undone,
destroyed.
All things mixed
and broken—
Humans treated
as objects
In a huge
sinister science experiment.
Bodies.
We return to the bodies.
Soon they will
begin to trickle their fluid.
Soon they will
begin to join creation,
Melding their
chemistry with that of earth and
Beams of steal.
The living gawk
and ponder the sorry sight.
They are already
starting to forsake their lot.
Huge is gone.
What in this
world has held hope is now filled
With black
despair3
--November 12,
2013
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