ChristchurchA Poem by QuickbeamA depiction of the aftermath of Christchurch after the EarthquakesThe corpses of boarded up shops and the skeletal figures of
tall buildings huddle the rubbled streets. Ruined structures jut up like teeth
in the air, soon to join their own shadows on the ground. The ghost of places that once were. Apparitions of busy people roaming the streets fade, only the cold
foot prints of the past remain. Scattered lurching of marauding machines roam the wasteland,
replacing the dead in the dust. Healing the wounds that are scabbed over by
twisted rebar and broken concrete. Jaws of iron insatiably crunch on masonry
food. The grinding and pounding of metal on stone, echo and rebound off the
grim grey walls. If you look very closely through the disturbed debris and
smoke, you can see shimmering light. The light from the sun reflecting off new
glass, the clothes worn by the reborn. © 2018 Quickbeam |
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Added on February 26, 2018 Last Updated on February 26, 2018 Tags: earthquake, new zealand, christchurch, reconstruction, construction AuthorQuickbeamAuckland, New ZealandAboutA newbie to writing and realise that it might be a thing for me. My vivid imagination needs an outlet so lets see :) 9-5 job living in Auckland. Surfing, running, guitar, gaming, engineering, thai.. more..Writing
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