From brisance condensed in hatred
ignition came,
like the dormant dust of ages,
from careless words and truth-less history,
it came.

Some unknown, immolated, evaporated, disappeared.
Others reconstituted, pulling limbs and minds together.
Whilst the lost fragmented to darker corners,
into the splintered flash of a moment, screaming for eternity.

Thunder roars silent in their dead ears.

The grey carpet laid randomly where it fell,
its fabric now woven into mine.

I wait for the second wave
to wash me clear,
away from the expanding storm,
to an untouched atoll.