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Our world shook in revulsion,  

For a few moments, or minutes,

In our fear and confusion,  

It could have been a lifetime.



The P waves overtook us and shook us,

Shaking our faith.

Making missiles of pantiles,  

Which thudded  

Strangely,

Silently,

Amidst the rubble and the rumble of the quake,

Within inches of the wires.



Our certainties were faster in falling.

With the iron and acid taste of disaster,

Hearts racing, muscles bracing.

Then the dreadful, the unending,

The gut churning and the rolling,  

The rollercoaster S waves rocked us

And shocked us.



Automatic in my frozen agnostic despair,  

A muttered and a mumbled

Half forgotten,

Childhood prayer.



Our Father.....



Then the world was still

And in the warm release,

The heady adrenaline bath,  

Hearts pumping, back thumping,  

The joke cracking aftermath.

We place a charge and retreat,

To enjoy our show

And to breath a while!



That concealed mine,  

A Prom-1,

With two trip wires,  

Is long gone,

And with it, my doubt!