On the day the truckload
of
explosives
drove
into the central bank,
for a
long second
time
staggered
All
sounds of a workday morning
in the
city
even
the cawing of the crows
merged
into a solitary
Boom
Prism
of fire and fury
Lives
ended
eyes
were blinded
retired
wage earners
collecting
provident funds
were
crushed
under
brick and glass
the
nearby vegetable seller’s
hands
were severed
like
cucumbers,
Women
in sari
held
their eyeballs in their palms
and
blood spattered
the
streets,
erasing
memory.
Out of
the broken window
of a
damaged car -
dead
driver -
the
radio blared, unscathed
on a
commercial break
a
man’s pleasant voice
announced
that
big or small, insurance
protects
them all
(From 'nothing prepares you' - 2007) Posting this on the request of many teachers and students who need poems from the new syllabus of the GCE Advanced Level English examination
