The iron storm shelter door stands silent,
witness to a tragic scene. Now remote
and indifferent to the human loss
like wild deer grazing after the kill.
Only days earlier a desperate family huddled here
cowed like frightened lambs before the onslaught,
a thousand howling furies bearing down,
ripping and tearing – indiscriminate yet sublime.
No shelter access, no time for prayer,
no breath, no single conscious thought, despair.
Torn apart and battered into submission
And then, the silence. Beauty melds into
chaos, sanity once more prevails,
just another story on the nightly news.
Hong Kong, Special Administrative Region