Red Silt

The next morning,

We see Red Silt...

On the road and roof tops, 

flat as well as slopes

of the poor and the riches.

In all the cracks and crevices.

On the drying clothes,

and the helping handrails.

On all of the resting vehicles.

Beneath our feet and

as part of our breath.

As part of our emotions...

Of expressive neighbours, 

few full of curses, and

a few of logic aplenty. 

Of unexpressive silence, telling 

of neither apathy nor empathy.

And some visible silence, 

either out of helplessness 

or of forgiveness.

The house that stood so tall

has now scattered itself

as dust, silt, and other forms,

after trying its best 

to resist two days of 

purposeful bulldozing.

~ June 04, 2020