A flash of heat rising up from the ground, <br />Nothing moving, not a sound <br />Bodies’ lifeless, destruction everywhere <br />Not a soul left to care <br />But through the death, the sirens come alive <br />Warning those left to run and hide <br />Days after, the threat is still around <br />But not a soul is there, not a sound<br /><br />Caitlin Hancock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-a-sound-2/
