A flash of heat rising up from the ground,
Nothing moving, not a sound
Bodies’ lifeless, destruction everywhere
Not a soul left to care
But through the death, the sirens come alive
Warning those left to run and hide
Days after, the threat is still around
But not a soul is there, not a sound
Caitlin Hancock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-a-sound-2/
