Mourning Catastrophe
 

We make love
creating earthquakes
under tonnes of rubble
our love is safe
beneath the sheets
the roof and top five floors
collapse
as waves subside
thunder crack
walls caving in
 

The morning news
tells of catastrophe
that took place
as we made love
remembering ecstasy across your face
the death white face of 
the Woman thought dead
whose eyes flashed
at the moment of our ejaculation
under tonnes of rubble
others suffocate

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Doug Poole
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