Post Quake

The distant voices
did not hear my cries,
I was truly alone
beneath the rubble,
in the void.

Eyes do not flinch
as the zipper traps
the eyelash,
no yell
as the pick-up tailgate
smashes the temple,
suffering done,
it is over.

White, caucasian, female,
reads the tag
on the black
full length bag.

All that remains
is a flaccid body,
I have departed
into transience.

Without relatives
to stroke the cold skin
or caress a bruised face
where I lived lies still,
solitary in this melee.

My life half lived
snuffed out
in a moment
of nature's madness

Nobody will remember
this white, caucasian, female,
the tag
on the black
full length bag.