The Last Line (chapter3 prt 1)

I see towers of smoke

Oh

This nightmarish thing

I know I must be dreaming

I walk through streets where devastation claims so much

I watch many craw out of wreckage

Little children call out for home

Only

There is no home

Tears fall

Hitting the street

Yet

They make no sound

I walk on

And a women catches my eye

I see her but she cannot see me

In her arms she grasps a child

Who calls for someone I do not know

The child fights her with complete strength

The mother

Desperate to console her child and quite her

Lets go

It is only then that I see what she was crying for

There is someone there

Who no longer sees this world

Beside this man the child kneels

In this moment I can hear her voice

And all of the profuse pain she carries

At this

I turn my head.

Tears

In that moment

Mine and hers Fell together

Even in this filth, the girl seemed to shine

With pure grief or beauty

I cannot tell.

She shakes the man

Who must be her father

Urging him to move

To breath

To live.