Senses

Senseless violence they called it
I’m not so sure

The blinding flash of the explosion
The numbing punch of the shockwave
The deafening roar of the collapsing wall
The bitter taste of the settling dust
The acrid smell of the burning rubble

Mindless violence?
Maybe.
Senseless?
I’m not so sure.

(c) Rich Clarkson 2010