Site of Impact

Blood, smoke, caravan wreckage,
broken spokes and cadavers flecked
with grime and dust. The air stings
my nasal passages and brings back
memories of ancient cities built
under overhanging cliffs.

I wade through sludge and silt,
witness to an inevitable rift,
the inescapable entropy of a
natural disaster. I walk faster,
trying not to look back. I am
a wanderer; I must
move on.