Gravel and dust, bones and blood
Gravel and dust, blood and bones.
Gravel and dust, bones and blood
They never saw it coming, the killer chaos.
There were no signs, no blackened skies like the rains alert,
No warnings to make them duck in time.
They never guessed—how could they?
When they could have,
Their doors were trembling, shutters unhinging,
Their windows shattering into shards of despair.
There was no time to pause or wonder,
No moment to grasp the whispers of disaster.
Had they known, had they paused,
Perhaps shock might have softened the blow.
While they slept, wrapped in warmth,
Dreaming sweetly, their minds adrift from worldly horrors,
Nature wove a deadly conspiracy,
A plot with no thought for tomorrow,
No mercy for children, no sparing of the innocent.
The night stood silent, a mute witness,
Its darkness cloaking nature’s stealthy advance.
For its silence, it now stands condemned,
Branded a conspirator, cursed forevermore.
Then all at once, the earth rebelled—
It moved and roared,
Vibrating with devious power,
Shaking with a fury that could not be contained.
Its hiss was sharp, slicing through the stillness,
A cruel anthem to destruction.
Dreams dissolved into dust and screams,
Homes crumbled into gravel and ash,
And tomorrow, once a promise,
Was swept away in the chaos of the night.
EzroniX Poetry.
