Dark Poetry

Fukushima

Black flood

Cars crushed like toys

from a merciless hand

A ship bursts asunder under the bridge

and the flood rolls on

 

Ghost towns persist

Memories of the dead appear

Photo albums, passports, a child's shoe

Only the rats find the way back

The human? never more

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de