Underneath seethes a tense fire.
Dragonbreath speckles out.
Only heard in vibrations.
Shelters give out their defense
and become weight. (One’s release
is another’s compression.)
In the loneliness of terror.
Beneath the impervious sky.
Tears are the loudest sound.
No quaking of the earth’s bones
can equal the shuddering grief
in its wake.
Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
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