Rubble

Quiet rocks

Gentle breeze

Sagging frame

Splintered trees.

Swaying door

Dancing dust

Leveled ground

Broken trust.

No disturbance

No design.

No agenda,

Pace or time.

The bombs are dropped

The buildings, burned.

The structures, razed.

The lessons, learned.

All is quiet.

All is still.

Now who will sing?

The rubble will.