Rage Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Like a festering volcano
All creatures that can hear and feel
Would be sensitive to the cracks behind the bulge
They would tread carefully as if they are walking on the land mine field

They would run and frolic in the sanctity of the far distance
By the last reach of the stone, the rubble and fire effect
All creatures out of hearing and feel
Would be blown higher up in the sky
The sea would receive some by the slumber of rage

Cooled rubble lie all over the field with broken legs and arms
Some flowing in the sea bedding dead fish on the banks
The smell drawing huge crowds of bewildered onlookers
Some looking backward cursing ignorance of the signs
Whilst others wide eyed exclaiming the unexpected smack

N Nkuna,15 June 2013