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Jean Arasanayagam
Gutted houses
Gutted lives
Charred wood
Charred flesh
Shattered brick
Shattered glass
Hammer blows of fists
Iron rods
Breaking walls
Breaking doors
Clubs, poles
Pulped flesh smoke choked breath
Slashed limbs, stab wounds, human
Torches blazing in the streets
Eyes wild frenzied of the mob brutal
Cries blood curdling screams human
Bloodhounds scenting alien blood
Marauding gangs stalking the innocent
It’s there,
it’s there
the shadows of long bodies shrunk in death
the leeching sun has drunk their blood and
bloated swells among the piling clouds
it’s there,
death,
it’s there
Outside,
Anywhere.
Dismembered trunks and heads,
Shreds of rags
Useless hands.
- Jean Arasanayagam