Pack a bag of essentials,
a bottle of water, a whistle,
your memories, loved ones' voices.
We're going on a trip
under the rubble.
There's nothing falling
concrete can't break. You can almost
see the remains of home holding
back the tears.
Bricks scattered in a ceremony
of chaos. Laughs leaking out
of photo albums into the grey debris.
You can almost touch the cracks
in hearts.
If you find a dead woman
on your way, it's very likely there's
a child nested in her arms.
Walk on silently, lower down
your flashlight, find the teddy bear;
they surely prayed
to be buried together.
Pack a bag of essentials,
your passport, your credit card,
your sanity. We're heading
to try a new taste
of death.
