And let the World flood with tears
(Anatomy of an Earthquake)
Extraordinary oscillations in distant lands
Could have warned of the destruction
To palm laden paradise sands
Who’s to know? Who’s to say?
It’s a holiday…
The Great Mother we’d taken for granted
another victim of our vapidity,
gave a reminder of her Wrath.
An azure sky, drenched in a sun-born-haze,
shimmered deceptively on a foam-topped petticoat
that would soon become ablaze.
Deep beneath the watery folds, away from human gaze
wretched bowels were on the move
with oblique convergence. Cracking in a grating groove.
made Andaman and Nicobar dance to a thunderous tune
birthing sea furies that would bring death
and destruction soon…
In a far away land, a seismograph scribbled
an erratic etymology of an unspeakable word
with unsteady hand.
And although none heard,
it would be whispered on the wind
and upon the lips of the dying, trapped in the sand…
People going about their daily routine – unaware,
golden beaches filled with tourists, sunning away care.
Unexpected was their plight,
it was on them in seconds like a thief in the night,
this pirate of the ocean blue
that robbed them of their lives, being sparring to few.
“With what adorning hue shall I entertain
this monster that comes our way?
For there is no time to run away.”
In moments, whole histories’ were lost
and a history made,
while humanity was left to count the cost
The choices of abstaining fools
now lay lifeless, floating in stagnant pools.
For what was there to be done
under that ever darkening sun?
Life and detritus became as one
struggling for survival where much had gone.
But we are undefeated and we are strong
resolute in our resolve
and this is just a lamentable song.
So let this dying music that fades
Sink beneath the waves
and let the World flood with tears.
Paul Williams © 2005