The Aftermath

 

We do not see the aftermath

carnage and horror concealed

Anguish and pain hidden from view

such violence is incomprehensible

Momentarily the face of evil is visible

Images and wounds that never do assuage

flashing lights, a chorus of sirens

People in panic take flight

acts of heroism impelled to the fore

Shouts and screams, an echo of horror

a cacophony of hell´s own sounds

Shots ring out, bodies fall

the stabbed in shreds of flesh do sprawl

before any realisation it is over

Then we see the aftermath