Sense raged out of walls and malls,
Of Earth left bare, of sallow halls,
It landed; ripping up the path, the tricycle, the old steel bath,
then laughingly it sped on by as young and old would mourn and cry. Then stronger than the force for wrong,
stirred up from depths, defiant song
of hearts and wills growing louder on
the paths, the lawns, the no through roads,
the streets, ten thousand strong feet strode.
To rise up, reclaim this jewel shard stone
to make it once again their home.
Written: November 11th 2015 in response to Christchurch’s earthquakes and volunteer armies.
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