In the
trails of blood,
broken limbs
and raw flesh
clinging to
undiscovered catacombs,
God forgot
to awaken and
and listen
to wild lamentations
of little children
who became
orphans overnight,
of mothers
who lost their
babies overnight,
of wives who
turned widows,
of the rich who
became paupers
of people with
lost dreams and
crumbled homes
when earth
flirted recklessly
in a moment
of abandoned
violent passion with
seismic tremors.

The dead
wear relief
on their faces
but the survivors
wear upon
their burning skulls
the crown of
eternal anguish
of having loved
and lost.