The world above,
The world around,
Is ruined and desolate,
Something cataclysmic,
Something tsunamic,
Something pandemic,
Took place.
Here and there,
Survivors few -
Osama ben Laden
Holed up in a cave,
The gopher in its burrow,
A blighter in his bunker;
Anis A Shukor ensconced
at Regency Court Hotel,
The blurter plastered to Blogspot.
All and singly in sundry air pockets,
Instantly formed by and
Amidst the tangled ruins,
Interlaced in force field biospheres,
Safe havens like mounds on tidal beaches,
Like prenatal homes,
Laced up in supporting tapestries,
Bathed in nourishing light,
Pentagrams to the second coming drawn.
Osama ben Laden in a nameless cave,
Anis A Shukor at Regency Court Hotel,
The blurter in a lucid interval at Blogspot,
Three contrasting survivors,
At the transit lounge of life,
Thrown up by an existential wave,
Caught in a resistant kink,
In the frayed fabric of life,
Waiting for Heavenly Airways
Flight 69 to take off.
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