A very different kind of poem today, not sure why I wrote it like this but anyway…
The 11th word on the 47th line of the 17th page of my parents dictionary is “senses” so that was my topic today!
Senseless violence they called it
I’m not so sure
The blinding flash of the explosion
The numbing punch of the shockwave
The deafening roar of the collapsing wall
The bitter taste of the settling dust
The acrid smell of the burning rubble
I’m not so sure.