explosion
Explosion Vivimarie Vanderpoorten On the day the truckload Of explosives Drove into the central bank, For a long second Time staggered All sounds of a workday morning In the city Even the cawing of the crows Merged into a solitary Boom Prism of fire and fury Lives ended Eyes were blinded Retired wage earners Collecting provident funds Were crushed Under brick and glass The nearby vegetable seller’s Hands were severed Like cucumbers, Women in sari Held their eyeballs in their palms And blood spattered The streets, Erasing memory. Out of the broken window Of a damaged car Dead driver The radio blared, unscathed On a commercial break A man’s plesant voice Announced That big or small, insurance Protects them all. Vivimarie Vanderpoorten Vivimarie Vanderpoorten is a Sri Lankan poet. She was born in Kandy and brought up in Kurunegala...