Haiyan in Memory

Greetings by heavy rain
early morn birth a storm  
it thundered ripping grey skies
and drummed on rooftop heartily
 
Youngsters with bright eyes  
tomorrow a day taken for granted
life to live love to find
for future pretty homes
 
Mothers holding their children
men embracing their wives
beloved and lovers, families
swept into glory in a flash
 
Screams of the eastern wind
vassals of the angels of death
reaping unready souls indiscriminately
the rage of Eurus flogged the east
 
No door frame or lentils
bore the blood of appeasement
no prophets thunder to men
of God's desire
 
Only a people of the land
eking a living from soil and sea
more than ten thousand lives
flushed to dusts, man's beginning
 
That many souls walked
the streets of Tacloban
and five others...
sombre...faces wet with tears
one year later they returned
retracing their steps
where scytheman once welded his sickle
 
In Sad Remembrance.