Winds of Death
It seems hard to believe, but it has been a year since the tsunami hit Japan and severely damaged the nuclear reactor. I am re-running “Winds of Death: Nature Claims Its Victory”.
Winds of Death: Nature Claims Its Victory
How now shall the living live with so much life now gone? Nature moved the water’s edge – an echo of a rumbling thunder urging waves to drive asunder an ancient land to history’s ledge – illumined by a modern sun that now becomes invented dawn glowing upward from the ground, naked now with walls all gone – bringing clouds on wispy wind that burns the skin but makes no sound.*
How now shall the living live with death now floating all around? We look for faces on the shore amid the fish and cars and ships, brought to us by seismic blips in ways we have not known before. * Nature mocks with every tide; beaches fill with those who died. We turn away from the winds, but see the fires and the clouds, knowing they can kill the crowds searching ground, searching sea for glimpse of life among the dead, a thousand thoughts in our head. * Nature took what we had made and we can only wait and see if life itself now will fade. The clouds we made are moving now; we watch the winds so warily: Hearts with hope submerged in dread. We feel the winds; we see the dead. * We ask ourselves: What are we now?” We ask ourselves: “What will we be?” Our minds benumbed of clarity, we stumble through the lives we were, victims of technology: Nature claims its victory. * Copyright Daniel Mark Extrom 2011-1012. All rights reserved.
