THE BOMBS

After the bombs fell

the city did.

After the bombs fell

I lost my footing.

After the bombs fell

all sound strangely stopped.

After the bombs fell

and the glass shattered

and the trees burned

and the firestorm grew

bursting, phoenixian

from the fiery streets

I found myself

with a cut under my eye.

"I'll have to get that looked at,"

I said

curious if there was anyone to look at me again.

"I wonder if there are other survivors,"

I said

right before fainting

right after the bombs fell.